Where The Heathens Lay

Chapter 18

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"Whose the whore Harry?"

After Harry's dad said those words, all of the self esteem that I built up were crushed. There wasn't much to begin with but still.

Harry awkwardly coughed as he shuffled a bit.

"Sir, I can assure you that I'm no whore I am a good Christian girl," I spoke up since Harry obviously wasn't going to.

"Sorry to break it to you honey but only whores go to get-togethers in business clothes," he began to laugh aloud, clutching his stomach. I didn't find anything to be funny, even Harry had a laugh. I let out an awkard laugh myself, silently dying on the inside.

"It was nice meeting you Sir, I have to go now," I said my smile disappearing and turning straight. To be honest, I didn't know what to do in a situation like this nobody had ever called me a whore to my face before.

''No, im sorry my sense of humor is an acquired taste," he continued as he drank a substance from a red cup, making me blink rapidly.

''Not everyone likes my jokes, tell me honey what your name," he asked. Him and Harry were somewhat alike with the cocky smirks and all.

"My name is Alexandrea," I said as I looked down at my shoes when another man came along.

"I was looking for you honey, where have you been," a manly voice said, making my eyes instantly shoot up in surprise.

"Im meeting our son's lady friend although im sure I made a bad impression," he murmured quietly. To say the least I was shocked I would of never guessed that Harry's parents were queer but I had no problem with it.

(AN: I read somewhere that the term 'queer' was used to degrade the LGBT community however alot of people said it wasn't true but if it offends you please tell me.)

''Did he make a bad joke about you then laughed it off," the other man smirked knowingly. He had brown hair and blue eyes with casual shorts and a tee shirt. I nodded in response, still smirking in amusement.

"I was waiting for you to save us," Harry said, hugging his other Dad tightly.

"I am truly sorry for calling you a whore I thought you'd find it funny," the man had said, awkwardly holding the back of his neck.

''It kind of took me by surprise its alright," I smiled as I turned to both of them.

"If you don't mind, may I ask your names," I asked suggestively,

"You didn't even tell her our names," they both said in unison, making my smirk.

"Well, I carried you for nine months to not even talk about me," he said as he laid a hand on his heart, making me widen my eyes in surprise as I looked at Harry once again to see him turn red from embarrassment.

And here I was thinking that I was going to be embarrassed.

"Well, my name is Richard but you can call me Rich because that's what I am, and my Husband's name is Jack," Richard said as he reached to thump Harry on his forehead.

"It was nice meeting you Alexandrea but I have to make my social rounds," Richard said as he grabbed Jack's hand and left.

"Your Parents are something else," I smirked instantly thinking of my parents.

"I should of told you ahead of time that both of my Parents were men I hope you aren't homophobic because you'll be seeing them a lot they just got back from South Korea," Harry added as his short friend handed him junior back.