Finding Yourself

chapter 71

The last few months were cram packed with stress. Christmas flew by in the blink of an eye and leaving all my Christmas shopping to do until the day before Christmas eve was a ridiculous thing to do. Somehow though, I managed it. Anne and Robin ended up staying at Harrys until boxing day which was nice, I liked having them around. Zayn also stayed until new year which was even better. We didn't see mum and dad over Christmas but we didn't really expect anything different. 

I've also sold the coffee shop now too. I had owned it and worked there for 4 years now and getting up to go and work there got harder each morning. My 16 year old self loved it but now, at 20 years old, I was over it. I got a good amount of money for it too so I guess it's a win-win scenario. I had it closed more times than open anyway with the amount of wedding stuff I was doing and I had it closed for 2 weeks when we went to America. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

Speaking of wedding stuff, most of the wedding was now planned; my dress, a venue, a date, invitations, pretty much everything. I had no idea planning a wedding would be such hard work, I have literally never been so stressed in my life! There was one thing I had to do before I felt like everything was done and that was to go and see my mum and dad.

I hadn't seen dad since my birthday and I hadn't seen mum since I was wedding shopping with Anne but I know I needed to tell them about this wedding. They don't deserve it, I know they don't and it honestly wouldn't bother me if they didn't come but I wanted to give them the choice, just so I can say that I've tried. I don't want to be on their level. Ideally, I'd want Zayn to come with me so I wasn't on my own but he was away working again and if Harry came with me, it would probably make things worse. With that, I knew it was just me. Well fine, lets get this over with then.

I got out of my car and slowly walked up the pathway to my childhood home. I knocked on the door and within a few seconds of them not answering I was happy to turn around and go back home. I tried right? I shook my head and after a few more seconds passed, my mum pulled the door open. She didn't say anything and just moved aside and let me walk in. My dad was sitting on the sofa and smiled at me when he saw me enter. Weird.

"I just thought I'd come and tell you the date of the wedding." I said, breaking the painful silence that was filling the room.

My mum sat down on the sofa, leaving me just standing infront of them.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do Mel?" My dad said.

"Dad please don't do this. I've come to tell you the date of my wedding. If you don't want to come then fine, don't. But you can't say I didn't ask because here I am."

"I don't care that you're getting married, do what you please but it's who you're getting married too that's the problem."

I felt myself losing patience but I stayed calm.

"I don't know what you have against him. You don't even know him." I snapped.

"It's Jack that should be waiting at the end of the isle for you, not Harry."

"Jack is not who you think he is!" I said loudly. "He killed my bestfriend. He shot at me! What if he hadn't of hit my arm? What if he'd of shot my head and I'd of died?"

My dad looked down at his knotted fingers and shook his head.

"He isn't the same boy I've grown up with dad! He's in prison. Why are you not understanding that?!"

He shook his head again and looked up at me. "Fine. I'm sorry. Go and marry Harry then. Do what makes you happy."

"I will." I said cooly.