Harry stared at the name shining on his phone screen. A name he hadn't seen in years. He picks it up from the table reluctantly, and hovers his thumb over the green button, before swiping it and pressing the phone to his ear.
"Harry?"
He stays silent, letting the other voice speak.
"Harry is that you?"
He grunts, hoping it is somewhat of an acceptable answer.
"Harry, my boy! Haven't seen you in years, kid." Harry forms his lips into a thin line.
"So you're just going to stay silent, are you? You sure do know how to get on my nerves. You're being a little rude here if I'm being honest." He feels his blood boil, but still keeps quiet instead of lashing out at him.
"Well anyways, let us get to the point, shall we? Hm? I need your help." Harry lets out a snort at that. Typical of him to do that; Not check up on him for years and then ask him for favours.
"What do you need." He finally speaks up, his voice stoic and emotionless. "On a second thought," He pinches his nose bridge, and sucks in a breath "don't tell me, I'm not going to help you anyways."
"Now, now Harry. That's a bit ungrateful, now, isn't it? I mean after everything I've helped you with-"
"Shut up." He hisses out, his voice surprising himself. "You helped me once , and that was barely help. Mom did all the work. You are nothing but a spineless coward who thrives in people's fear."
"Do not use that language towards me, boy-"
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want. I've had enough from you. Goodbye, dad. Don't ever call me again." He snarls, a venomous tone seeping in the word 'dad'. He hangs up the call and blocks the phone number for good, hoping to never have the misfortune of hearing his voice ever again.
He sighs tiredly, and calls Liam.
"'Ello?" Liam's voice sounded scratchy and tired, and Harry wondered whether it was a good idea to call Liam right now.
"Liam you alright?" he asks with furrowed brows.
"Yeah just-" Liam clears his throat and starts again. "W-what's up?"
"Dad called."
He hears him suck in a breath sharply.
"What did he say? Are you alright?" He sounded cautious, and Harry wanted to snap at him because he was tired of pity.
"Yeah, h-he wanted some help."
"Help? What kind?"
"I don't know. Said I didn't want to know. I've had enough of him."
"Good."
The radio silence between them seemed empty and haunting.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"Yeah. Yeah please." Harry breathes out.
"I'll bring lunch. Call Niall over too. I'm sure he won't say no to free food."
He chuckles at that.
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