Falling for the Quarterback

{"skeptical"}

//Edited//

"Right" I chuckle shaking my head. "Harry quit playing, really, what's going on?"

He sits there looking at me, his face unwavering. I don't know why he thinks this is the time to play around, unless this is his sick way of playing a joke on me.

"Harry come on, tell me the truth" I prod at him.

He sighs folding his hands together on his lap and leaning forward. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion because his body language is confusing me. His body is saying that he's telling the truth but his words have to be a lie because there is absolutely no way that-

"I am telling the truth. We have an uncle" he repeats.

I know Harry wouldn't lie about something like this. He wouldn't lie about a topic as fragile as family. But that doesn't mean he isn't being lied to. I mean who the hell is this person claiming he's our uncle anyway? My brother isn't easily fooled so the guy must be persuasive.

"No, it doesn't make sense" I shake my head. "I mean you told him he was wrong right? There's no proof, he can't be our uncle because we don't have any family, it's just us, it always has been. Even when mom and dad were here, it has always been just us. This guy is just messing with you or something. You said his name was Ben right? Maybe he has a grudge against mom or dad and is just trying to mess with us" I ramble, feeling tears prick their way through my eyes.

"Hazel-"

"No!" I yell cutting him off. I take a deep breath and stand up rubbing my eyes. "I didn't mean to yell, I'm fine" I mumble beginning to pace back and forth across the room.

"I know you didn't mean to yell, but this is a lot to take in. Maybe just try counting and breathing-"

"There is nothing to take in Harry! You're being lied to how are you not seeing that! We don't have family, it's not possible!" I yell again in frustration. He gets up to walk over to me but I back away. "No, I'm fine!" I snap at him but instantly catch myself.

I push past him to continue my pacing because if I don't move I'm afraid that it'll happen again. I'm fine, I just need to move around.

It can't be true. Dad never talked about his family, he never told us specifically if they were dead or alive but I just assumed. I knew about mom, but both of her parents died not too long after I was born and she was the only child. If my dad had family, they would have at least came to the funeral, at least.

"Hazel, just stop for a minute" Harry says placing his hands on my shoulders and putting a stop to my pacing. His eyes find mine. I watch all the emotion and turmoil roll around inside of them and I know now that he's telling the truth when he says "He is our uncle"

"How do you know that?" I ask him shaking my head again in denial.

"We've been talking for about two months now. He contacted me in October" he sighs and removes his hands from my shoulders.

"October?" my voice cracks from holding back tears.

How could he not say anything? For two months he just walked around the house lying to me, keeping this from me. He should have told me when he first found out. First it was the pregnancy, now this.

"Wow" I whisper stepping away from him. I feel the hurt and betrayal coiling around inside my blood.

"Hazel can we just talk about this please?" he pleads, hurt spreading around his own face but laced with guilt as well.

"You lied to me, again Harry" I say while a few tears roll down my cheeks.

"I know and I'm sorry. But I need to tell you the rest so can we please just finish talking?" he begs desperately.