Harrison's love for you was mere a disgusting prank. Nevertheless, you had already fallen, not for the person he was, but for the person he first pretended to be. To stop him from getting in your nerves, you started fake-hating him, following the we...
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Repeated honking of car horns was making Harrison beyond annoyed. He could feel the blood boiling, rushing through his veins but the tinge of sadness and tons of guilt wasn't allowing him to scream. He was trying his best to drive properly and faster but whenever his feet pushed the accelerator a bit harder, he felt extremely dizzy and found himself losing control over the vehicle. He continued to drive slower than what he should as per the current traffic flow, trying to ignore the honking sounds and people rambling about his driving.
He should be at the celebration of the completion of the project, but here he was, parking his car at the completely opposite part of the city. He rushed out of his car and pressed the doorbell three times one after the other. He was continuously tapping his foot on the pavement while his fingers combed through his hair of what seemed like the 154th time which was now completely dishevelled. It was barely five seconds but he was already ready to turn and leave until he heard the clicking sound of the door unlocking. His hands dropped back near his waist, clammy with sweat while his heart pondered inside his chest.
Damn, he shouldn't be here.
But it was too late to exit now. The door opened and his blue eyes met another set of blue eyes. The woman's lips curved into a little smile seeing Harrison, but when she looked at his droopy, tired eyes, her smile flattened. She stared at his eyes for a long minute and in the next minute, the smile on her lips returned. Harrison slightly quirked his eyebrows at her rapidly changing expressions, but the little smile persisted making him more confused. Her words were almost like a whisper but so powerful that everything in him couldn't resist the energy they carried.
"It's okay to cry, Hazza."
And there he was, his arms tightly wrapped around his mum's smaller figure, head resting on her shoulder. He wasn't expecting to cry but when the first tear rolled down his cheek, he couldn't stop the unbroken stream that followed. His lips parted lightly with every sob he failed to contain.
"It's okay to cry, Haz." His mum repeated, running her fingers through his curls while the other palm rubbed his back. Harrison clenched his eyes shut, letting the tears flow free. He wasn't feeling weak as he expected rather it was the first time in years, he felt honest.
"Mom... Am I... really... that bad?" He spoke in between sobs that almost resembled suffocating hiccups.
"You were just bad for yourself."
Harrison squeezed his eyes even tighter, inhaling sharply through his nose. It was evident he couldn't understand what Phil meant. How can he be bad to himself? He just remembers him being bad... worse to his family, friends and even Y/n who had nothing to do with his life and yet he did nothing but hurt her. He wanted his mum to explain her words but he definitely lacked any energy or intention to ask for the clarification. So instead he focused on stabilizing his breath slowly as Phil whispered small 'breathe in and breathe outs' in her son's ear while rubbing his back.
