Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 8

OPHELIA/PRESENT

Something woke me up. I couldn't notice what it was. The dark room gave me no clues. the soft wind coming in from the open windows at the end of my room gave me quite a scare until a yelling caught my attention. My body jumped off the bed onto the cold floor. I looked out my room and the noises got louder. His overpowered hers but she still screamed with all her might.

Only one thing came into mind. There was no doubting it, and it made me nervous again. My heart beat quickened. My palms started to sweat. I softly made me way down the creaky stairs to see it happening in front of me.

Mum was throwing her hands up yelling and pointing at dad, while he was just running his hands through his disheveled hair and yelling back. She looked mad, her hands were shaking from rage that I had no idea of, her face was red, her hair sticking to her forehead from the perspiration. She looked angry, and not the kind of angry she did when she was on the phone. This was the kind that I have never seen on her. Her eyes were slightly red, tearing up, but she was too proud to let even one tear hit her cheek. She held it all in and screamed as if everything in her heart would pour out along with her words.

Dad looked not too different. He was still in a suit, his once styled hair was now looking like overgrown grass. He mostly stood with his hands on his hips listening to her and clenching his jaw at her words. He didn't say much, only interrupted with a "how could you even think that?" I didn't know what they were talking about, I didn't even know if I wanted to know what they were talking about. It looked like it was giving them too much to think about. And when they thought this was what happened; they fought and yelled.

Dad looked away momentarily from her and his eyes landed on me. His hard eyes softened. The hard grey lining changing to a soft colour that made me feel calm even in this state.

He turned away momentarily and with a hushed but demanding voice spoke. "Darcy, that's enough. You're frightening her."

And mum only looked over at me with a disappointed look in her eyes. Dad came over and with his soft hands, he hooked them just under my arms and hoisted me up. I wrapped my hands around his neck and buried my face in his neck. He smelled nice. Like coffee and cupcakes. I held on while he took his steps up the stairs.

Mum was behind him looking just disappointed in everything. I couldn't stop looking at her. I wondered why she looked like that. Was she upset over something? Was it me? Was she just upset at dad?

I detached one hand from dad's neck and reached out for her. My heart sank as she pushed my hand away, muttering a "not now." She entered her and dad's room and closed the door with a harsh click.

I looked at the door as it slowly disappeared from my view once dad entered my room.

"There we are." He set me down on my small bed. He sat and tucked me in, pushing the blanket around my neck so I felt snuggled in.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a frown as he pushed a hair behind my ear.

I looked at his face, he looked so concerned. He looked so loving. I sat up and reached out for him again. I didn't want to let go of him. I just wanted to hold him like this forever. "I love you." A four year old me whispered.

Dad brought a hand to my back for a pat. "I love you too, Ophelia. My little darling. I don't want you to worry." He laid me down again then sat and watched as I snuggled into my bed once more.

"Daddy?" I spoke slowly.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, my darling?"

I took a deep breath, just unsure of how to come with the question. "Is mum upset with me?"