Unconditional

Chapter 22

Harry's dad is in the living when we sit down. I don't know if I should start a conversation or not.

"So uh dad, you still working at GM?" Harry asks awkwardly.

"Yeah, it's a lot of work."

"You sit on your ass in an office. Not really." Harry rolls his eyes and I kick him without his father looking.

"I'm not going to argue with you Harry." His father says looking back at his paper.

"Here you go you guys." Harry's mother says handing us two plates with freshly made sandwiches.

"Thanks." Harry and I say in unison making us laugh.

"Your so very welcome." She smiles. "I'm going to go to the store. You want anything?" She asks Harry's father.

"Nope." He smiles at her.

"Hey Harry, I have my birth cirtificate in the car. It has my fathers name on it. We should look for him."I say as we enter the gust room after finishing our sandwiches.

"You mean you would want to?" He asks.

"Yeah, I mean you have your dad. I want mine too." I smile.

"Babe I love you."

"Why?" I laugh.

"You just always surprise me." He says and kisses me.

"I'll go get my birth curtificate and we can look him up."

"Here." I say handing Harry the birth curtificate.

"Facebook?" He asks.

"That works." I smile as Harry grabs the lap top off the desk. He logs into his facebook and searchs his name.

"Is this him?" Harry asks looking at the only guy with the name 'Adam Evans'.

"Yeah I guess so. Check if he lives in the area."

"Yep, he does. His address is right here." He points to the address.

"We should go." I suggest.

"We can if you want to."

"Lets do it." I say and with that we get in his car and head to my fathers house.

"Right here." I say pointing to a house.

"Alright. I'm coming with you." Harry demands as we step out of the car.

"I'm nervous." I sigh and grab Harry's hand as he lightly squeezes it as of to reassure me.

I ring the doorbell.

"Um hi." A man with dark hair says opening the door.

"Hi, I'm Liberty Evans. I know this sounds crazy but I'm your daughter."

"Liberty." He says smiling.

"Yeah, I never got to meet you because my mother shipped me off to my granddaddy who recently died and she is trying to get me to stay with her. Legally I have to but I can't. This is Harry, my boyfriend." I sigh in relief of getting everything out.

"Well honey you are more then welcome to stay here. I'm sorry I was never around. Your mother would never let me see you. I tried every week to talk to you but she wouldn't let me. I wish I could have been a better father to you."

"Sh-she really tried to keep you from me?" I spat and begin to cry and Harry pulls me close holding me tight.

"It's okay baby." Harry whispers to me.

"H-Harry I can't do this." I say and run down the steps into Harry's car to cry my eyes out.

"Babe it's okay." Harry says opening the door only to see me cry.

"Can w-we g-go?" I stutter.

"I guess so. I gave him my number to get ahold of us when you feel better." Harry says and he pulls out of the driveway.