My Complicated Life! (AU Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 79:

A/N: sorry I didn't post yesterday. I'm currently working two jobs (I GOT A NEW JOB YAY!) I literally worked all day... Only an hour in between both jobs. So yes I came home and dropped last night.

Eva's POV

"What do you mean it's not just an anniversary party?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

"He has a brain tumor and they only gave him six months to live-" Dad pauses, trying to compose himself.

"That was almost four months ago," Sophia adds.

"So this party is a-" I trail off not knowing what to call it.

"He's throwing himself a wake slash anniversary party," Sophia answers.

Only he would throw himself a wake.

"He wants everyone to be there, because he doesn't know how much longer after that he will be a-around," Dad's voice cracks.

"Okay, why would he want us there?" I ask, pointing between Harry and myself.

"Because he loves you and wants to see you," Dad says a little louder. Harry squeezes my knee, causing me to look at him.

'Just listen,' he mouths to me.

"You knew about this?" I ask him. I don't know why, but I had a feeling he knew about this.

"Y-yes, Liam told me shortly before Luke was born," Harry says quietly.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?" I push his hand off my knee.

"I-I-" He stutters.

"Don't blame Harry on this one. I told him not to tell you, because you were eight months pregnant, and I knew you don't care for him, so-" Dad trails off.

"Just because I don't like the man, doesn't mean I don't care about his well-being," I growl.

"You had a lot on your plate and-"
"And you thought I wouldn't care." I finish for him.

"Yeah, kind of," dad nods.

"Great, you think I'm a cold hearted bitch," I growl.

"No, I just know they haven't treated you well," he sighs.

"When is it?" I ask, after we all sit in awkward silence for a few minutes.

"In a month," Sophia answers.

"We'll be there, l nod and stand up.

"COME ON KIDS, LETS GO!" I shout.

"Eva?" Dad calls after me.

"What?" I ask.

"I didn't mean--"

"It's fine, I'm tired and I want to get my kids home and put them to bed, so I can go to bed," I tell him, without looking at him.

"Harry, let's go," I call for him, once the kids have their shoes on.

"I was trying not to wake Luke up," Harry whispers harshly, when Luke starts crying.

"Sorry," I sigh.

"It's okay," he kisses my cheek.

"See you next time Liam," Harry says.

"Okay, love you all," he tells us.

Once the kids says goodbye to their grandparents we leave the house and drive home.

"So you're not talking to me?" Harry asks, as I curl up in bed without saying a word.

I don't respond I roll over, so my back is facing him.