|DDM - Age 15|
Today was the day that your dad, Harry, was inviting his fiancé over. You didn't like her that much. She was trying way to hard to replace your real mom. Harry and your mom had got a divorce four years ago and Harry started seeing Meredith, your step mom. They got engaged a year and a half after they started dating. They don't live together though but she is moving in very soon and you were definitely not looking forward to it.
"Y/N, come downstairs please!" Harry shouted.
You got up and ran downstairs. You saw your dad sitting on the sofa with Meredith. You sat on the sofa opposite them.
"What?" I asked, glaring at Meredith.
"Stop that right now." Harry snapped.
You sighed and fake smiled at Meredith.
"We were thinking that maybe you could start calling Meredith mom?" Harry suggested. You scoffed and shook your head side to side.
"Never! She's never going to be my mom. Why can't you understand that!" You screamed.
"Y/N! Stop that right now! Go up to your room!" Harry screamed, pointing upstairs.
You ran straight upstairs and slammed your bedroom door closed. You let the tears flow freely down your cheeks. You lay in your stomach on your bed.
About an hour later you heard the front door close and footsteps come upstairs. You knew it was Harry. You still just kept crying hoping that he would go away.
"Y/N?" Harry mumbled, sitting next to you on your bed.
You shuffled over so he could have more space.
"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled.
You nodded and snuggled into his chest. A few moments later you were fast asleep.
