My father's on the phone and motions me to stay quiet.
"Who is it?" I mouth.
Dad only puts his finger on his lips.
"All right.....Are you sure?....I understand...Yes, we can pick him up....Alright.. Yes." He hangs up and looks at me.
"Katie, Harry is coming over and he'll stay the night." My father tells me.
"Really? But it's a week day."
"See yourself as lucky."
"That's so cool of you, dad. When's he coming?"
"We're going to pick him up."
"Can we watch a movie? Can we have popcorn? Can we have Pizza?"
Dad chuckles half-hearted. "Easy there. Besides, we just had dinner. Now get ready so we can pick him up." He has an odd look on his face.
I look down at my pyjamas. "I already am ready."
My father sighs. "Let's go then."
Outside Harry's house I can hear yelling.
"You wanted that little bastard! Not me! I didn't want any of this! You just tried to fix this marriage!" I hear a male voice yelling, which can't be anyone elses than Harry's fathers.
"Go back in the car and wait there for us." My father tells me.
When Harry enters the car he doesn't sit in the backseat next to me as he usually does. He even has his own child seat. No, this time he sits on the passenger seat. My dad only looks at him, but doesn't say anything. He turns back and looks at me. "Katie, would you please be so nice and pass me Harry's child seat?" I already want to protest, because I want Harry to sit in the back seat with me, but my father's look is demanding, so I don't say anything and obeying hand him Harry's child seat.
That evening wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be. In fact, it was no fun at all. I played some games with Harry, but he didn't pay attention or just played it half a heart.
Late that night I noticed that Harry got up and went to the dining room next to the living room, where Harry and I both slept on the couch, where my father was. I hear him asking my dad. "Why won't my father love me?" And my dad answered. "He's just mad. He loves you. He doesn't know what he was saying." "No." I hear Harry saying. He is about to cry. "He doesn't love me. What did I do wrong?" By now he is crying. "You did nothing wrong, you hear me, Harry? None of this is your fault. Don't you ever think such a thing." "Why did he call me a bastard?" I hear him muffled saying. Dad must've hugged him and now Harry's talking aginst his shoulder. "I don't know, Harry. He should be grateful to have such a bright kid as you are." I hear his voice getting louder, which means they're coming to the living room. I quickly shut my eyes as I feel my dad putting Harry down onto the couch. "Now sleep, Harry."
"Thanks, dad." I hear him quietly whispering as he is almost sleeping.
Later my mother told me that his parents were fighting and about to divorce.
--Kate--
"So, uhm. Are you still up for today?" Harry asks me after an uncomfortable moment of silence.
"What should I be up for?" I ask confused.
"We wanted to go to my place to talk about the english essay and we want to write about." He says. "But, I totally get if you don't want to or you have other plans." He quickly adds.
