Always

Chapter 70

"What's going on, what the hell are you doing here!" Harry yells at his father.

"I want to be here, I was her husband for twenty three years, I deserve to be here." He defends, theirs a large group of family here watching what Harry will say.

"Well you left so know you can't be here. We needed you and you weren't there, why should I ever talk to you again!'' Harry screams throwing his hands up in the air.He didn't bring his wife or kid, which is good.

"Your mother loved me and understood why I left, I couldn't deal with watching her die. So I bolted." He says back confidently, in front of all these people that don't even like him. I do feel for him a little, but I understand Harry side most.

I am stunned to see Harry's fist collide to his untouched skin. I hear a crack and I flinch. He falls onto the floor wiped from Harry's strong arm.

"Harry!" His grandma calls to him, but quickly shuts her mouth knowing she shouldn't say anything.

"Don't you talk about her to me, you don't have the right to." Harry's spits as the man puts his fingers to his bloody nose. He gets up from the help of a couch.

"Is everything alright, do you need me to call secerity?" The lady at the front desk interrupts.

"No." Harry says stern.

"I want you to leave, you don't get to be here. If you don't leave I will beat the shit out if you." Harry warns, some people thinks he's lying that he won't hurt him again. But I know for a fact if he doesn't leave this won't end well.

He stands up with some blood dripping on his white buttoned up shirt.

"One, two." Harry warns and I'm nervous to see what he does when he gets to three.

"Okay, fine I'll leave." His father says and I am filled with relief.

"But, I will always be your father and I will love you no matter what." He says on a soft tone.

"Leave." Harry shortly says and his dad looks at him with his heart broken eyes.

He stalks up the three steps and disappears out of the hotel.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispers to me.

"Why?" I question, why would he be apologizing to me?

"Cause I just punched my father at my moms memorial." He says and looks at me with his hard green eyes.

"It's okay, if it was me I would have done the same thing." I say and his eyes soften.

"Sorry for that everyone." Harry says to the crowd of people. We all start to motion back into the room we were all just in. I hear lots of whispers of why he left, and most of them don't sound correct. Harry and his mom must not have told them he just up and left them.

"My hand is killing me." He complains to me clenching it in and out in a slow matter.

"Well you just punched a guy, it won't hurt for long." I say looking up at him.

"I know, I've punched a lot of people in my day." He jokes and I laugh.

"I'm happy he didn't come in the room.'' I say to Harry as we walk in.

"Ya he would have made a mess from falling." He said.

"You probably broke his nose." I said to him, watching his eyes move from the ground to me.

"I hope." He says soft and I let out a little laugh.

"He does deserve it, how could he not see this coming." I say and laugh more, he had to at least no Harry wasn't going to let him come in.