something more ((yandere x reader))

XXV- the father

"Fuck me..." Harlow muttered to himself.

He was standing outside of the Fenton mansion, attempting to mentally prepare himself to go in. He would've probably stood outside for the whole day if the blistering cold didn't send him inside.

"Victor is out at the moment but he found a gap in Peter's schedule in around five minutes, he'll only have twenty minutes to spare but hopefully you guys can really try to get to know each other." (Y/n) said as she navigated Harlow through the mansion.

Harlow was only half listening, too busy absorbing all that was around him. Just one of the ornaments on the mantlepiece would've been worth close to everything Harlow owned.

They walked up two staircases and (Y/n) pulled him into a small room with just two couches and a bookshelf. "I'll stay in here, Peter's study is the room just to the left of this one."

"Ok..." Harlow gazed at the wall that divided him from Peter in thought.

"Are you nervous?" (Y/n) asked softly, seeing the tension in his physique.

"No." He lied.

Harlow's hand was shaking as he rapped at the door to Peter's study. The door was flung open and he came face to face with his biological father.

"Victor. I thought you were out at the headquarters today for the conference." Peter glared at Harlow. "And why are you wearing poor people clothes?"

Harlow, offended, glanced down at his clothing but then dismissed the comment. "May I come in?" He asked, sticking to the script he had written earlier.

Peter lowered his eyebrows in annoyance but opened the door wider all the same, allowing Harlow to walk into the office.

"Victor, you better have a good explanation as to why you're here and not at that damned conference." Peter scowled.

"My name is Harlow Pickens and I-"

"Oh..." Peter's expression changed only the very slightest. "I know who you are, you're that Pickens girl's kid. Right?"

"Quinn. Her name is Quinn." Harlow corrected. "I'm just as much yours as I am hers."

"Oh right. She told me that she was putting you in foster care if I didn't take you... if I'm honest I thought she was bluffing and she'd just take you home." He looked at Harlow from head to toe. "Guess not."

"I'm here because you're my biological father and I guess it would be healthy or something to know where I came from." Harlow fidgeted with his fingers as he spoke.

"You want money?" Peter deadpanned.

"W-what?"

"Women who I've slept with. They're always sending in their kids, claiming that they're mine and try and get some money out of me. Not falling for that shit again." Peter walked away and sat behind his desk.

"But I look exactly like Victor."

"Get out of my office."

"I don't want your money! Quinn doesn't even know I'm here!" Harlow argued.

"Sure, sure," Peter shook his head.

"You're just making excuses for yourself so you don't have to help me, I'm not even asking for much, man. No money... just, I don't know, some support?!" Harlow felt his temperature rising. "And would it be such a crime if I did ask for money?! I'm playing fucking jump rope with the poverty line and you're not exactly scrap for cash."