𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 {𝐇.𝐒}

.XXVIII.

"Do you think your dad means well?" Harry and I are laying in bed, him laying his head on my lap and my back against the tufted headboard.

"What do you mean?" He asks me, tilting his head upwards to look at me. I start playing with his hair as I look at the TV mounted onto the creme colored walls, anything that can make me not cry or get upset than look into the eyes of Harry's.

"I mean, like, do you think Des has an actual reason of sending me to live with you in Miami?"

Harry sits up, and he grabs my face in his hands and starts fiddling with the baby hairs hanging from the side of my face.

"I don't know baby, but I do know one thing: Des loves you very much. He might not show it to you, or tell you verbally, but he does."

"And how is that? How can he possibly love me?" I ask, and he sighs.

"Remember when you had a basketball game on the day of your birthday and your mom had to go to work, so my dad had to go and watch you play?" He asks, and I remember.

"Yeah, he seemed annoyed and like he didn't want to be there." I shrug.

"Yeah, and that's because he had rented out an entire condo for your sweet 16. He had called me while I was in class at NYU, pissed off that he had done all that planning for nothing."

"Really?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah, and another thing. Remember how he had our maid cook all that healthy shit? Well, he didn't start doing that until you and your mom moved in. He told me that he wanted to make sure that you lived long, healthy, and youthful life."

"I owe Des an apology for being a bitch to him." I tell Harry, putting my face in my hands from embarrassment. Harry removes them, kissing me on my lips, then onto the tip of my nose.

"Babygirl, don't be too hard on yourself. He is still a douchebag no matter what, but he doesn't know any other way to act towards people. It's just who he is sadly. I just wanted to let you know that he could never hate you, and that he actually loves you as a daughter."

I smile at this, and snuggle more into Harry. Then, his phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" He answers, and as the woman on the phone is speaking, his face becomes serious.

He hangs up after a good two minutes lingered, and then gets up to put a jacket on.

"What's wrong? Where you going?" I ask, sitting up.

"My dad. He's in the hospital. They said he tried to kill himself."