Fix a heart (h.s.) ✔

French

Luna's P.O.V.

"Okay, are you ready?", I asked him, tightly gripping his hand in mine as we stood in front of the huge gate, leading up to Harry's house.
It's been two weeks since he had last been here, only talking to his mother and sister, occassionally seeing them when they'd bring him clothes and such.
"No. Let's go back and get some hot chocolate or something.", Harry mumbled, tired as ever.
He hadn't slept a lot since his nerves kicked in and just kept me awake, watching television all night long.
"No, you have to tell him how much this hurt you. How he's hurting you all the time and doesn't even see it.", I encouraged, tugging him forward.
"Alright, alright.", he was really cute when he was tired, in his big grey jumper, his skinny black jeans, white converse and blue beanie. But now wasn't the time to swoon over Harry.
He typed in the code for the gate, gripping my hand tightly as it buzzed and opened.
"C'mon now, Harry.", I urged him.
It took quite a while, but we finally made it to the white door.
Harry took his keys out, taking more time than nececarry to pick out the right one.
"Hello? Is anyone home?", his gravely voice rang through the house.
"Hello Mr. Styles! Oh, I mean Harry, excuse me please. Your family is in the dining room.", the maid, Camilla was her name if i recall correctly, informed us.
"All of them?", Harry asked, seemingly confused at his father joining the two most improtant woman in his life.
"Yes, may I escort you there?"
"That won't be nesecarry. Thank you though.", it was weird hearing him talk like that.
"Of course."

"Oh here, take off your jacket, Luna.", he pointed to the golden hangers to our right, taking my jacket to hang it next to his.
I thanked him and he took my hand in his again, leading me to the living room.
When we arrived at first, no one took notice of us, quiet chatter filling the room.
Two elderly people were sitting next to Anne, smiling softly and joining the conversation every now and then.
"Mémé! Pépé!", Harry exclaimed, confusing me at his sudden use of french.
"Bonjour mon chéri! Ca va?", the older woman which obviously was his grandma, greeted.
"Ca va, merci, et toi?", Harry replied, grinning and hugging both of them tightly.
"Oh, nous sommes très bien ainsi, merci Harry!", his grandfather answered.
"Oh, comment impoli de ma part, grand-mère, grand-père, qui est Luna!", he pointed to me, obviously intruducing me.
"Pleasure to meet you my darling! I'm Juliet and this is my husband Daniel.", the woman introduced herself, suddenly in english with a gorgeous french accent lacing words and stood up, embracing me in a warm hug.
"The pleasure is mine.", I replied after I shook Daniel's hand.
"No need to be so formal, yeah?", he reassured, his voice lacking of the accent his wife's held.
Harry came to stand next to me after he had greeted his mother and sister, completely ignoring his father.
"These are my mother's parents. Ma mémé was born in France and mon pépé met her when he was there on holidays. They fell in love and she came with him to England, all in a matter of two months. They still love each other as if it was the first day.", he explained, smiling softly as he watched them interact.
"And you speak french.", I stated, still entchanted by the way the graceful words rolled off his tongue.
"I've grown up with it, yes. Me and my mother occassionally speak french with each other, but I do all the time with my grandparents. Gemma never took a special liking to it but no one minds.", Harry shrugged.
"I love french! I would've loved to learn it, but my high school didn't offer it.", I sighed.
"Well , I could teach you? Only if you want to of course.", he quickly added, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.
"I'd love that, yeah.", I nodded, grinning up at him.
"Let's take a seat, shall we?", Harry motioned towards the couch and I took two steps before sitting down next to Anne and Harry.

"So, Luna, tell us how you've been.", Anne asked, smiling gently at me.
"I've been great, everything's going well at the moment so I can't complain.", I answered, smiling back at her.
"Well that's great to hear! I'll just go get the cake from the kitchen. We've been waiting for the two of you to join us so we could eat.", Anne informed before hurrying off, making Harry chuckle quietly.
"So Harry, how's it going with the university plans?", his grandfather asked, slightly leaning over his wife.
"Well I'd love to just go to London University to study Englisch and Litrature but that probably won't happen.", Harry frowned at the confusion written over his grandparents faces.
He knew they'd ask.
"How come?", his grandma questioned, grasping her husband's hand.
I couldn't help but smile at the display of affection.
They somehow, reminded me of my parents.
In love, gentle, caring and sweet.

"Because he's taking over the company.", Harry's father suddenly interferred, making all of our heads turn to where he was sat on the arm chair opposite us.
"If he doesn't want it he shouldn't have to, Desmond.", Juliet shook her head in dismay.
"Oh but he does. We've discussed this multiple times and I won't talk about it another time. It's set. Harry will start his enrollment next year and then he'll be able to take over as soon as I retire.
"So you want to tell me that you put your stupid company over our grandson's happiness?", Daniel questioned.
"My stupid company is providing for your grandson. Without my stupid company he wouldn't have a car or a walk-in closet. He wouldn't have all the designer clothes and the huge house.", Des bit back.
"Well maybe Gemma and Harry would prefer to get their father back over all of the money and unnecesarry things.", Anne suddenly spoke from behind him, setting the cake down on the coffee table.
"What is that supposed to mean?", Harry's father spat, jaw clenching much like Harry's when he was angry.
"It means that you're not their Dad anymore. You're just their biological father. And I swear that it breaks my heart but you're only my husband. Not the man I love.", Anne whimpered, a tear trailing down her cheek.
"Mum...", it clearly broke Harry's heart to see her cry like that. "Luna get her out of here, please.", he continued and I nodded, quickly taking his mother's hand in mine and following Gemma who had motioned for me to do so.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Mémé, Pépé, quitter la salle s'il vous plaît", I instructed, not caring how harsh I sounded.
I would tell him everything I'd never had the guts to say. I'd do it for myself, for Luna, for my mother and for Gemma. But most of all I'd do it for my father who, I hoped would still be my Dad , somewhere in his heart.
"So? What now?", he questioned, clearly amused at my display of strength.
"Stop smiling. You're so sick, you know that?", this made his grin disapear.
"Do you realize what you've done? Mum used to love you with all her heart! She always defended you and now? You've brought her to a point where she can't even tell you she loves you because she feels like she doesn't know you!", I started shouting now, breathing heavily and walking back and forth.
"Listen here you little..."
"I wasn't fucking finished!", I boomed, clenching my jaw tightly.
"You're such a pathetic excuse of a father and husband! Do you even know what love is?", I questioned, not really expecting an answer.
"Waste of time.", he muttered, seemingly small.
"You think that love is a waste of time? No, hate and frustration is a waste of time, meaning you're wasting mine!", I replied.
Suddenly I cooled down, feeling nothing but pity and sadness for the seemingly heartless man sitting in front of me.
"You know what?", I asked, sitting down next to him. "I still love you. Because I know that you've been forced to be like that. I know they've made you so cold and closed off and that is exactly why I beg you not to make me that way.", I sighed, carefully putting a hand on his shoulder.
He flinched, clearly not used to the gentle contact.
"I know it has to be hard, but we can help you. You just need to open up a bit. I know that you're still my hero somewhere deep inside and I know that you're still the same man mum fell in love with all those years ago. You just have to want it and we can help you.", I said quietly.
I felt him shake under my touch.
"You don't know anything, champ.", he muttered, using the old nickname he used to call me.
"I know more than you think.", I replied a bit monotone.
"Not nearly enough though.", with that he just got up without another word, leaving me absoloutly gutted.