camp cherry two | hs

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HANA

Returning to his cabin to discover his mother waiting outside when it's pretty obvious we'd been in the shower together - both our clothes and hair are soaked and I'm understandably still struggling to walk - is rather awkward, and I'm sure she can tell exactly what we had been doing during our disappearance.

"Who is my dad?" Harry asks again, much more confidently now.

"His name is Robin; he's really kind, and he knows all about you - he's always asking about you," she answers, a small smile playing on her glossy lips whilst Harry's expression remains neutral.

"Why did you decide to come back now?" he inquires sternly, gripping my hand tighter and her eyes flicking to our fingers interlocked together with a small smile on her face.

"Like I said, I'm engaged now, just a few months ago, and I wanted you to know and... if you want - attend the wedding... in two weeks," she explains tentatively, clearly afraid of his possible reaction.

"Two weeks? You want me to come to your wedding? That's the only reason you're here? The only reason I know the truth about my life is because you want me at your stupid fucking wedding!" he scoffs, her face dropping as she realises there's really no excuse.

"I'm sorry, Harry - you would've known at some point—"

"Except I didn't know for twenty years; twenty years I've gone thinking that piece of shit is my dad and now he's no one? You're here for you - because you want something! Not because you think I deserve to know who my dad is! Not for me at all - you're just a selfish bitch, you always were!" he roars; luckily we're far enough away that no one else can hear his angry rant. "So, no, I will not go to your fucking wedding, and you can gladly fuck off back to Italy!" The door slams and the entire cabin seems to shake as he storms inside, leaving me in a very awkward situation.

"Please talk to him - I know it's not fair of me to ask but..." she hesitates. "Thank you for looking after my son when no one else has. I'm Anne, by the way," she smiles softly, hand reaching out to shake mine.

"Hana," I introduce myself curtly, really just wanting to get back to Harry and make sure he's alright.

"How long have you..."

"Almost a year. We're moving in together in a few months, both going to UNC," I answer shortly, her expression one that tells me exactly what she's thinking. How her own son could've been in a serious relationship for a year and she has no idea; I'm sure she's thinking of everything else that she's missed, and there's a lot, but I'll let Harry make the decision about whether she gets to know or not.

"That's lovely, I can see he really loves you, and you really love him, too."

"Well, at least someone does," I reply, a hint of sarcasm behind my voice that translates through my blunt glare before I rush to the door, absently hoping Harry won't be too upset or angry.

"Is she gone?" he asks calmly as I cautiously enter the room, not wanting to alert him as he's sat with his eyes closed on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know where she's going, but we're okay," I answer vaguely, allowing his hands to rest of my hips and his lips to press to the soft skin on my stomach.

"Are we okay?" he asks, eyebrows raised and eyes trained on my face.

I frown, wondering why he would ask something like that, "of course we are. I love you, I'm proud of you for dealing with all of this," I smile softly, climbing onto his lap with his guidance and resting my cheek against his shoulder whilst his arms hold my waist securely. "We have a few days until your dad gets back, and if she's still here, shit's gonna hit the fan, so I'm sure she'll leave before he returns. Do you know how your dad's friend is?"