Kina finds herself involved in a prohibited romance that her best friend disapproves of. Dealing with a dysfunctional family and Harry..a man struggling with his mental health. But someone she knows is capable of living his life happily rather than...
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Harry
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I feel my car slowly climb the steep driveway of my parents home. It was currently seven o'clock in the evening, the sun was just beginning to set and taking on a pink and yellow hue.
I felt nervous, Dad had called me to invite me over to dinner tonight and of course I said yes. I really would like to spend some time with my family. It's just that I haven't seen Archie since the argument he had with Kina and I am sure he had went home after to rant about it to our parents or his girlfriend. So things are definitely going to be awkward tonight.
Pulling to a stop, I put my car in park and turn it off. I take a few deep breaths to calm my anxiety, I felt so sick. I really want to call Kina for her to say all the right things to reassure me..but I can't seeming it's now a week later since our night at the river and she's currently on a date with Liam's brother, Finn. I felt happy for her to be exploring new things and getting out, I just don't know how I feel about it being with Finn and the same goes for Zayn too.
I shake my head and open the car door but before I can even step out, I'm already met with a loud voice barging in to block the many thoughts running through my mind. "Harry!"
I glance up to see my Dad rushing over with a grin on his face. I feel a little taken aback at the sudden exclaim of my name but I snap out of it and hop out of the car. Preparing myself for the embrace my dad is about to give me. Gee this is new and weird.
I awkwardly wrap my arm around him when he pulls me into a hug, patting my back harshly and blabbering on about how excited he is for dinner.
It's all kind of a blur. Everything is moving a little too fast and I don't know how to process it. It seems Dad has moved on from being so awkward around me and he is treating me like I'm Archie.
Like I'm his pride and joy.
It was weird receiving this type of affection, but I know I secretly liked being treated normally for once. Don't get me wrong I love my dad, it's just so strange to be treated like I'm his son.
Biologically yes I am...but on the emotional side I always felt like a burden to him and I never felt like I had parents who cared for me in that sense.
"C'mon, your Mother is inside waiting. She made sure to cook your favourite meal too!" Dad pulls away to walk towards the front door. I quickly lock my car and straighten out my clothes as I follow him. He opens the front door and ushers me inside to go to the kitchen where Mum stands behind a stove, stirring food in a pan. My nostrils are instantly hit with the familiar smell and I grimace a little. Trying to act natural..
