Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 48 - Happy New Year!

"You need to tell them!"

"Why?"

"So they don't have to live in the hope of him coming back. He's not coming back", Harry tries to convince me to tell Zack and my mother about my father.

"I can't crush their dreams like he did mine"

"You promised to tell them later. It's now New Year's Eve, you need to tell them"

"Times like these makes me miss your father", Mum says as she takes a sip of tea. Harry glances at me from the chair opposite me. My mother takes my and Zack's hands in hers and smiles at us. "Oh I hope he comes back soon", she sighs and pats my thigh.

I immediately stand up and excuse myself. I earn confused looks from Gemma, Zack and my mother. Anne looks at me sadly, Harry must have told her about my father. I go to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I place my hands on the sink, to support myself as I close my eyes and try to calm my breath.

"Is something wrong?", I hear my mother ask.

"Yeah it's kind of a soft spot for her", Harry tells her. "I'll go check on her"

There's a knock on the door and seconds later Harry opens the door enough to peek his head in. "Are you alright?", he asks and I look back at him through the mirror. I shrug and turn around, leaning my back against the sink. He steps through the doorway and closes the door behind him.

"Aren't you going to tell them?", he asks as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards his chest. I shake my head. "Why not?"

"I can't ruin their Christmas like that.", I mutter against his chest. "I'll tell them later"

"Before New Year?"

"Before New Year."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Pinkie promise?", he asks and holds up his pinkie with a goofy  grin on his lips. I shake my head while trying not to smile. "Come on don't just leave me hanging like this"

"It's time", he whispers and hands me my phone, staring intently into my eyes.

I take the phone from him and place it on the night stand. "You're such a dork"

"But you love me", he says and closes his eyes and smiles lazily at me. I lean down to kiss him, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. "Are you still sore" he whispers.

"No", I shake my head slowly. "But I'm not in the mood to-"

"No, I didn't mean that", he chuckles quietly. "Just thought I should ask."

"Oh, alright", I smile at him and lay my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. He runs his fingers through my hair and I take my phone from the night stand. I dial my mother's number and call her. She answers after few seconds. "Good morning darling", she tiredly answers the phone. "How come you call so early?"

"Mum, while I was in the States I met someone. I met-", I start without any struggle but suddenly stop. I shake my head at Harry and he frowns.

"You met who, sweetie?"

"This is face-to-face worth information. Me and Harry will be there in few hours", I tell her and hang up before she gets to say anything back. I throw my phone on the mattress and get up from the bed. Harry grabs my wrist and I turn around. "What?"

"I am not going to your mother's house", he tells me with his brows furrowed. "She hates me"

"She doesn't hate you. Didn't you see how nice she was to you the other day?"