Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

chapter 6

OPHELIA/PRESENT

Would anything be different between us? Would he be any different than before? Would he see me any different?

I exhaled and lowered my gaze to my outfit. This was presentable? Right? He wouldn't be expecting anything big. Jeans and a long sleeved shirt didn't scream 'I miss you,' but it also didn't not.

I put my hair up and turned to the side to see if it looked okay from the sides. It all looked good. Nothing looked bad. I looked okay. I'd put on a little lip gloss and left the make up. I touched a finger to my eyebrow and fixed that little piece that looked to be pointing towards my eye.

I took another twirl in front of the mirror. What would John think of this if he hadn't seen me in four years? And at the nick of time he walked in. His hands buried in the pockets of his khaki pants, and his white shirt tucked in. He was probably planning to go out golfing again.

I looked at him and spread my arms, asking what he thought.

He nodded and gave a thumbs up. "Okay," I nodded at his opinion. Well, if John likes it, then Cameron wouldn't think too low of it.

"Thanks." I ran my hands across my forehead and took a seat on my bed. "I think I'll skip out on breakfast today."

"Alright then," he gave a nod. "I'll head down then. "But your mother is downstairs chatting with Cameron, he came in earlier."

Ohh... He's already here. Well, act normal. "I'll come down then."

He nodded again. "Ophelia, don't pay mind to anything she says, alright. You just do what you think is right."

"Okay, yeah."

He headed out, whistling on his way down. My hands were starting to shake, and they were getting sweaty. I just hoped he didn't notice.

Cameron was sat on one of the kitchen stools, his hair looked like it was pushed back a few times, his face looked more lively than the last time I had seen him, moping a bit, going to work and coming back looking not too achieved. He looked as if he had gained a few pounds to fit his clothes nicely now. His blue eyes were sparkling now with something in it that I couldn't pinpoint.

He seemed to be talking about something to Darcy. He chuckled a bit and I found it as an alien noise as it was directed to Darcy. They hated each other. I had never heard her talking o her without a loud voice.

I took a moment to breath and calm myself down and stepped forward. I could do this. "Hi," my voice came out a little hoarse.

Cameron's head snapped towards me. The small wrinkled by his eyes disappeared, and the smile with it vanished his fresh face. He seemed to forget about the coffee and his eyes trained on me. "Ophelia," the smile reappeared and brighter on his face.

"Good morning, darling." Darcy looked over. "Oh, sweetie. Is that what you're wearing?"

That feeling of self-consciousness crawled back to me on it's hands and knees begging for me to take it back. "Um.. Yeah. Is it bad?"

"Well-"

"Of course not," Cameron scoffed. "You look wonderful, darling." His large arms wrapped around me and brought me closer to his embrace. It had been quite some time since I had recoiled into my father's arms. Since I had smelt cigarettes on him with a little hint of his favorite cologne.

"Thanks," A whisper came out of my mouth. I couldn't use a stronger voice. Something had possessed me to go back to that time I had looked at him and felt such a yearning love that I was almost obsessed with it. I wrapped my own small arms around the big man that was my father and rummaged through my memories to look and snatch only those where he lingered in them.