Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 64

Harry's POV:

The dinner table it self can't be seen because of all the food mum prepared, and I feel like she probably had a feeling I was coming since she cooked all of my favorites. It's delicious, as usual, and although I enjoy living alone and cooking for myself or having Alee do it for me, I've missed her dishes.

"I'm so happy you're here," mum beams rubbing my back, "I've missed you so much, Harry."

"We all have!" Amilia chimes in twisting her fork to fit the baked potato in her mouth, and smiles. I feel like I haven't seen her in years, she suddenly looks so different. I feel like I've lost connection with her even though it's been only two weeks.

"So what's the special occasion?" Leo leans back against his chair firmly holding his beer, and picks the food stuck in his teeth with his tongue.

"I missed my family. Plus, I wanted to see my dad." The silence is now awkward and mum, who hasn't shut up since I've arrived, isn't saying anything else.

"You must be so tired," she pouts at me, "you should sleep before you see him."

"I know," I agree smiling at Amilia while she makes faces at me from across the table, "I'm going to be here for a week or so, so I have time for that later."

"A week? How wonderful, Harry!" She's so happy to see me, but why hasn't she called me? She never even left me a text yet she's basically drowned in her own tears.

"I guess." I shrug biting my tongue. Leo's phone vibrates on the table and he quickly picks it up, reading whatever's flashing on the screen and stands.

"I've got to run some errands for work," he hurries around the table to kiss my mum and Amilia, "I'll be gone for a while, don't wait up. Catch you later, kid." He pats my back before bolting out the door.

Probably going to fuck one of his whores.

She didn't protest or stop him, it's as if she knows he's up to no good but isn't saying anything to avoid confrontation. Is this what marriage really looks like?

"Harry," Amilia jumps off her chair and runs beside me, climbing on my lap and grabbing a fist full of my hair, "is this a wig?"

"No," I laugh and mum joins me.

"Has it always been this long?" She wonders feeling the strands with the tips of her tiny fingers and I squeeze her tiny body against mine for a hug.

"It has grown since you left. Why? Do you like it like this? Should I cut it?"

"No!" She almost immediately objects, "I want to braid it. Can I play with it later on?"

"Of course you can."

"Mum just bought me new hair ties, I can make you look real pretty." Her light red lips etches into an innocent smile that I can't say no to, and I press my lips against her smooth, soft cheek.

"Alright, you settle your things upstairs while I clean up." Mum sighs, obviously exhausted, and begins to collect all the dirty dishes.

"I'll help you." I stand still holding Amilia.

"No, no. Go unpack and get some sleep. You've had a long flight, I don't want you losing any sleep."

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I've unpacked everything with the help of my little worker, and I'm now sitting on the floor while she paints my toes. I've never had my toes painted, but she gave me the puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist. This obviously wasn't apart of my plans, but whatever makes her happy.