Cut Ropes (A One Direction Fanfiction)

12: Dinner

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I couldn’t believe that my mom was sitting right there. Why would he possibly bring her? They’ve been broken up for I don’t even know how long now! 

I was about to have an anxiety attack. 

“It’ll be fine Lo,” Harry whispered to me as he stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders for encouragement. I nodded and wanted to make my way over there but my feet were glued to the floor. This wasn’t going to be easy. 

I looked back at Harry and he seemed to know what I was thinking. He took my hand in his and walked with me, urging me forward so I couldn’t turn around and run back to the car like I wanted to. 

“Hello,” I said, faking confidence, as I stood in front of the table of two people: my mom and dad. My dad immediately stood up and gave me a hug, something I’ve dearly missed from him, and I quickly embraced and let go, reminding myself this isn’t going to last; it never does. 

“Hi Logan,” he said, a sad smile placed on his rosy colored face. I turned to my mom who made no effort to stand up to greet me. “Logan,” she ‘greeted’. “Mother,” I replied. 

“Mother, Father, this is Harry,” I said. Harry shook their hands and flashed an award winning grin. My father switched sides of the table, taking a seat next to my mother so I had a seat next to Harry, across from my dad, and diagonal from my mom. 

“We’ve talked on the phone,” Harry smiled at my dad, who nodded and tried to make a joke that I didn’t listen to. My focus was too much on the beady eyes glaring across the table at me from my mother. A waitress brought out a huge plate of pasta for us all to self-serve, along with a giant bowl of sauce. I didn’t take any. 

“So why exactly are we here?” I asked as my dad took a bite of his pasta. Harry had followed after me and didn’t put any pasta on his plate. My mom put very little on hers. Father was the only one who was acting casual about this whole thing as he muttered, “take some pasta, darling,” through bites. 

I rolled my eyes at him but still plopped a few spoonfuls onto my plate. Harry repeated my actions. We both still didn’t take a bite. “Dad,” I urged, already annoyed of this oh-so-lovely family gathering (plus Harry). 

My mom was still burning holes in the side of my head. Father leaned up and wiped his mouth before making full eye contact with me. “We are here,” he wiped his mouth again even though he didn’t need to, “to talk about you.” 

“Well I assumed that,” I said. Harry nudged my knee under the table and I shot a glare at him. He wasn’t looking at me, but at my father. 

“You’ve been kicked out of your dorm,” my father stated. I dropped my fork onto my plate. 

“How did you know that?” I asked.

“We keep track on you,” he replied, nonchalantly eating his pasta again. I looked at Harry who was looking at me, a look of concern on his face. I turned to my mother. “You knew about this too?” I asked her. She just nodded in response. 

“Who are you staying with Logan?” My dad asked. His voice was so stale and raw. This wasn’t my loving caring father. He’s changed so much. 

“Friends,” I said. I felt Harry’s elbow slightly touch mine as he leaned over to take a bite of his pasta. What the fuck is up with him? 

“You’re not staying with Harry?” my mom asked, the first sentence she’s spoken the full night. I looked between my mother and Harry, not sure what to say or do at this point. I’m an adult and I can stay with whoever I want to, but I’m not really supposed to be staying in a two person flat on campus as a third party.