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46

You don't need to read this chapter to continue on with the book, but if you wanted an insight into what Harry and Spencer's dad talked about, this is that. This is basically chapter 45, but in Harry's point of view. 

Harry

"I'm full of surprises," Spencer admitted, laughing lightly.

Yes, you are Spencer, yes you are. I couldn't help but smile at her.

"My dad wants to talk to you today. He wanted me to tell you," she changed the subject.

This is when I begin to panic a bit. What did I do? What does he want to talk to me about? Does he hate me? I don't think he does or at least I didn't. I hate this feeling. I just want to date Spencer without panicking about the times her dad wants to speak with me.

"Oh no," I said, shaking my head back and forth as I looked down at my lap. "I'm guessing this is what we discussed a few days ago?"

Spencer had told me a few days ago when we were heading to the store late at night what her dad had said to her. Her dad had mentioned that I could always stay the night without asking, but the catch was that I better not get his daughter pregnant. That made me feel weird, I guess you could say.

I felt weird about the way that her dad has I guess thought about the idea of what Spencer and I do when we're alone. I hate that thought. I hate that he thinks about that so much and I don't know why. You would think that I had already known that with us being together that it's just something that her dad, my parents, about maybe even our friends had thought about.

"Yes," she nodded. "He told me to send you to the living room when you got here, so you have fun," she smiled.

She was clearly loving the fact that I was clearly scared to go inside and have this talk with her father.

"I've never been more scared to talk to your dad in my life," I admitted, getting off the ground where I had been sitting next to her as we spoke.

"Good luck," she said with a smile on her face.

I can't wait to get this talk over with.

I wish I could skip to the part where the talk is over and I could be outside with my girlfriend and her friends, but I can't. I have to have this talk about whether I want to or not if I want a good relationship with Spencer.

I took a deep breath before opening up the back door to the house and walking inside and down the hallway. I passed by the laundry room upstairs, a small bathroom, and was then in the living room. I immediately saw her dad sitting on one of the black leather couches, watching TV.

"I was wondering when you would come inside," he said without turning around.

"How did you know it was me that came inside?" I asked. "I could've been Spencer or even her friends," I said, walking around the couch he was on to go sit on the one opposite of it.

"I could tell," he shrugged, turning the TV off. "Call it a fathering instinct," he joked.

"I didn't think I would be coming over today to have a chat with you," I admit, not even trying to hide the fact that I was nervous.

"You nervous, Harry?" he asked, slightly smiling. I could tell he was enjoying this.

"Yes," I nodded.

"We can skip this chat if you'd like," he suggested. "If you're actually nervous to talk to me, we don't need to do this now. We can do it at a different time,"

"Nope," I shook my head. "If you want to talk to me about something you think is important, then we'll talk about it. I don't want you to think that I'm scared of you, even if I am a little bit, but I do want to talk to you. You obviously want to talk to me, so we're going to talk," I explained the best I could.