Forgive Me (Color Me book 3 H.S) EDITING

CHAPTER 8

NO ONES P.O.V (FEW DAYS LATER)

The Styles' house was dark, nothing moving and slightly cold. The curtains were over the window, masking out the bright moon that was hanging in the sky. Harry was wide awake, his thoughts running all over the place. His head turned to the side and frowned, realizing that his love was sleeping in the master bedroom. Something was bothering him. It was a secret he found out, a piece of Carli's past that she never knew.

While he was looking through her stuff, trying to find something she had asked for the other day, he came across an older looking leather journal. Confusion took over his mind as he stared at the unknown item in his hands. He opened it up and read who the journal belonged to.

Professor Tipton?

Harry looked through the pages, seeing a bookmark in the very beginning of the journal. He knew he shouldn't read the journal contents, but he just had this urge to read his secrets. He never really enjoyed the old man, so if he had a reason not to like him, it would be easier. His eyes scanned a journal entry, not believing anything that the old man was saying.

He's.. Carli's grandfather? Harry shook his eyes and sat back, his eyes scanning the room. He shouldn't pry anymore, but he needed to know more. He got up and walked to his office, his hands closing the oak doors softly to not wake Carli. He paced back and forth and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm getting to the bottom of this." Harry mumbled, signing into his computer. He stood up all night figuring things out, knowing this will be a bomb shell for Carli. 

CARLI'S P.O.V

"Harry?" I asked, looking around the house. I finally found him in the kitchen, a mug clutched in his hand tightly. He was staring out the window.

"Good morning, princess." Harry said, looking over at me. I sent him a smile and fell silent. His eyes looked blood shot, bags evident under his eyes. He had a five o'clock shadow and his hair was sticking up. 

"You look.. Horrible." I commented.

"I know. I didn't get to go to sleep last night." Harry said. "Can I take you out to breakfast?"

"Sure. Is there something wrong?" I asked. 

Harry hesitated and chewed on his bottom lip slightly. "Uhh- no. Just get ready alright?" I slowly nodded and made my way back upstairs. I took a quick shower and got into my outfit for the day. After an hour of preparation, both of us were ready for town. The drive to the little cafe was quiet, Harry's mind somewhere else than in the car with me. We parked beside the building, going inside and sitting down at a table. Harry and I ordered juice to drink, the waiter smiling as I thanked him. He walked off and left Harry and I alone.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Harry asked, studying me.

"To be honest, I feel really big." I breathed. I sent him a small smile, Harry chuckling. 

"Well, our son will be here soon. Hang in there." Harry said, sending me that classic breath taking smile. 

"Are we going to have our own baby shower before he's born?" I asked as our drinks came. I sipped on my orange juice and watched as Harry played with his straw. 

"Yeah, I was going to ask you if you wanted me to plan it."

"No, I can. It isn't-"

"I want to, Carli. This is my son and I want to at least throw you a shower. I'll have my mom and Tania help with it. I'm sure the two of them will be ecstatic to help out." 

"Okay." I replied, letting it go. Harry smiled and took out his phone, sending a text to someone. I watched him set his phone down and take my hand, his fingers lacing with mine. 

"Are you two ready to order?" The guys asked, his hands taking an order pad out of his apron. His eyes looked from Harry and I, a smile on his lips.

"Yes. I'd like the chocolate chip pancakes with a side of eggs and bacon." Harry said.

"And what can I get for you?" 

"I'd like the same thing." He nodded and took our menus, walking away once again. 

"So.. I.. I need to tell you something." Harry said, his voice filled with per-cation. 

"Talk to me." I sent him a smile.

"Well.. I found the journal that belonged to Professor Tipton that you have." Harry slowly said. I raised my eyebrows, what journal?

"I don't remember.." The memory came back an hit me in the back of my head. "Oh that journal!" 

"How much did you read?"

"Just a couple of entries, why?"

"Read this.." Harry slid the open journal to me. I looked down and skimmed through the pages. "W-What?" I asked shocked.

"Professor Tipton is your grandfather. He got your grandmother pregnant and left. Your father was born and Professor Tipton moved to New York to be an art teacher. He never once talked to your grandmother or your father, until he found out that you were his granddaughter. He started making calls and everything, but no one reached out to him. I called the school and they said he was retiring next week, something about his health failing. If you wanted to go and talk to him today, I would love to take you."

"But.. My grandma told me my grandpa died in the war.." I softly spoke.

"People lie to protect who they love, I guess he did something so upsetting that she just wanted him to go for good."

"How long did you know about this?"

"I read the evidence last night. I stayed up all night and figured most of the history out."

"Why did you though?"

"Because I love you? And I want you to find better things to think about now. Not just of your past."

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"Professor Tipton?" Harry spoke as he lead me into the art room. I looked around and smiled at Professor Tipton who was digging through his closet. His head snapped in our direction, his teeth showing as he sent us a grin.

"Hi you two! How's everything going?" He asked, getting up and dusting himself off. 

"Good." I simply said. His eyes fell on my bump, his grin faltering slightly.

"Oh my, you're ready to pop aren't you?" 

"Why.. Why didn't you tell me I was your family?"