Always

Chapter 82

"Harry can we stop at the coffee shop?" I ask him changing into my outfit for the day. Harry stayed here last night. Ashley never came back, she probably stayed the night at Nialls.

"Yeah, sure." He says rubbing his eyes, tired.

We drive off to the coffee shop, I picked up a medium coffee as Harry did the same along with a donut for each of us.

"Can we stop at my dorm, I need to grab my books, I actually feel like using them for once. " He asks me, as we walk outside into the cold nearly winter.l

"Yeah." I say rushing into the car, almost being winded by the strong winds.

We pull up to his dorm building and walk up the cement steps.

"Whats that?" I ask him as he picks a letter off his bed. Something tells me this is not what he was looking for.

"I don't know, its labeled from my dads place though. Probably just another one of those damn wedding invitations." He says aggravated by his Father. He sets it down on his bed, leaving it un-opened. He stalks over to his closet grabbing his books.

"Can I read it?" I ask him with a soft voice.

"If you really want, it's probably stupid." He says, I tug at the envelope with a grey detailing on the edge of the rectangle envelope. I pull out an invitation, it's not for the wedding though. I read the extravagant black print.

"He's having a dinner, 'You and your girlfriend, Emily are invited. A Celebration for the wedding a week later." I read a line from the card. Why would I be invited? How do they even know my name? I totally forgot, Sophia knows my name. I thought she would have forgotten about me by know.

"That's fucking gay, Why would he invite you, he doesn't even know you. No offense." He curses, I see were Harrys coming from wondering why I'm invited I'm confused too.

I look down at the envelope and notice another sheet in their. I pull it out and un fold the lose leaf. "'Harry, I'm sorry for showing up at your mothers memorial like that. It was not right of me to show up like that, after how things ended. I hope, from my whole heart, that you will forgive me. That we can move past this and become close again. You're my son, I still love you. I hope that you will come to my wedding, it would mean alot to me.'" I read his fathers handwriting to him, I see Harry tense up. How sweet if his Father to write a letter to Harry and have it delivers here.

"Always tying to make his way back into my life." Is all he says looking at me.

I take a deep breath before saying. "Harry, give the guy a poor chance. You can see he has changed, he made one mistake. He wants to fix that." I see why Harry feels this way. I do, but I also see a heart broken father, who want to have a relation ship with his son again.

"You know why I don't want to talk to the guy. Who thought you would switch over to his side on this." He says with a tone.

"I'm not on his side, not at all. I just think you should give him a chance, he is your dad, no matter how much you hate him." I say to him and see his fist clench.

''He doesn't deserve a chance." He says pulling his brown coat with white fur on. Looking cute as ever.

"I think, I'll give him a chance." I blurt out before I can think.

"No, no your not. I'm not having you meet my father." He says angry at what I said.

"Harry, you can't tell me what to do." I say defending myself, I think by now Harry knows I am capable of doing things on my own that he's not happy about.

"God damn, can't you just get out of my family, and focus on your own or something." He says.

"I was invited to this, I can go if I really want to." I say ziping my coat, getting ready to go to class.

"I don't want you seeing him though, can't you just do what I say for once." He lets out his emotions.

"Dammit, I just don't like him or his rich, perky family. I don't want anything to do with them, and I don't want you to have anything to do with them, I love you too much." He says not as angry anymore. He comes closer taking his hands in mine.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I love you but I'm going." I say and he drops me hands hurt from my decision.

"Can we talk about this later were going to be late for class?" I ask.

"Sure, but were not done talking about it." He says, I don't care though. I will not let him control me, we walk out of his dorm and off to the coffee shop without saying a word.

. . .

"Harry, were are we going?" I ask for the fiftieth time, all he did was pick me up after my classes not saying anything about were we are going.

"I am not telling you, for the last time." He says annoyed with the amount of times I have bothered him about it. He pulls his long hair out of his face. He keeps one hand on the staring reel, with his eyes on the road. Snow begins to fall, the forecast says its going to snow a lot, lets hope it wont get to bad.

Five minutes later we pull up to what it seems like a mansion. He opens his door, while I'm sitting here still stunned at how beautiful the house is.

"Harry? Were are we?" I ask with a soft voice, having an idea that we could be at his fathers house. Harry did mention how he has a gigantic home.

"My Fathers, you said you would want to give him a chance so lets do just that." He says getting out of the car. I follow him up the steps and to the door. I knock on the door, but Harry bardges through.

"Harry!" I say in a low voice, he can't just walk in thats so rude.

"Who cares it's my dads." He says as he steps inside and I follow him. I look around the perfect home. With the dark wooden floors, to the brown leather couches off to the right living room. My eyes daze over to the left, were you can see the 12 set tabel. In the back is the kitchen that I can't see as there is a wall in the way. In between the Living room and Dining room is a set of stairs. That must lead to an extravagent upstairs.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Sophia says walking in from the kitchen, she has an apron on, she must have been cooking.

"Is, uh my dad here?" Harry asks almost nervous. He shifts on the balls of his feet with his hands dug into his pockets.

"No, he isn't actrally he will be back soon, would you too like to stay for dinner. It's almost done?" The kind lady asks despreatly.

"Yes, we would love to." I say before Harry can turn her down, a smile grows on her face. She looks so happy that Harry is here. Her baby monator goes off and the room fills up from the sound of her baby crying, caling out her name for him. The kid sounds older than a baby.

"I will be back in a second. Feel free to hang your coats on the rack." She says before disapeering up the stairs.

"Harry, you didn't have to do this." I say nearly whispering not wanting her to hear. I unzip my coat and hang it on the rack as Harry does the same.

"You want to give my dad a chance, you want to get to know him. I wont stop you, I don't blame you after how much I talked about him. I actually had a good relationship with the man half my life. Let's just hope I can make it through a dinner with him." He says and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

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