Harry POV

I stare at my Dad who stares back at me.

"Harry?" He says. His voice low and his eyebrows are knotted.

"Hi," I say plainly. His eyebrows go back to normal and he just looks at me. "You busy?"

"No, not at all. Come in," He opens the door for me more and I hesitantly go inside.

It's a nice house in the inside which I didn't doubt. Photos are on his white walls as well.

They're of his two kids, I don't know their names.

"Can I get you anything?" My Father asks me timidly.

"No, I'm good," I say. My eyes look around his house still. He looks like he's doing well for himself.

"What uh brings you by?" He asks me.

"I don't know if I'm being honest," I say. "I just had questions,"

"Oh," Des says. His light green eyes look at me. "Feel free to ask them,"

"I met Rachel," I find myself saying. The smile soon leaves his mouth and his hand runs through his hair.

"How?"

"Um, my girlfriend's Dad is dating Zoe," I answer. "She's a sweet girl," I say. Des remains silent and looks away from me. "Why'd you leave her too?" I ask.

"Is it your business?" He seems defensive now.

"No, but I don't want to see another daughter of yours growing up wondering why she wasn't good enough for her Dad to stay," I say while looking at him.

"I'm not proud of my past, but I believe what I did wrong put me where I am today. I have a wonderful relationship with my wife and have two beautiful kids,"

"Are your three other kids considered ugly then?" I ask.

Des makes eye contact with me. "I left your Mother because I wasn't good then, okay? I was addicted to cocaine and I was a mess," He tells me.

"What about Rachel? What's your excuse for leaving her?"

"Zoe was a one night stand," He answers. "Me and Lisa, my wife now, were on a break, I got drunk at a bar and met Zoe and Rachel was conceived. I stayed for three years to help out when she was a baby, but after that I left because my wife was getting suspicious."

"So Lisa doesn't know you have another kid?"

"She does know," Des answers.

"And she was alright with you just not being in Rachel's life?" I ask curiously.

"She wanted me to stand up and be there for her but I didn't want to be," I shake my head and bite down on my jaw.

"Okay," I say causally.

"Life's treating you well huh? Mr. CEO and all," He changes the topic.

"Yep," I say. "I have it good,"

"That's good. Everything worked out alright for you then. How's Gemma?"

"You can ask her that," I say. His eyes stare at me. "I'm just here because I wanted to know,"

"Know why I left you? Or Rachel?"

"You didn't leave me because I don't ever remember you being there," I say. "And I wanted to know your excuse for leaving your other daughter,"

"If you were in my position you'd understand,"

"I don't shove my dick in random women, so I wouldn't know. But I did have a daughter when I was eighteen and didn't leave," I say. My voice is becoming tense. "So, I guess I was in your position almost,"

"Me leaving you and Gem was for the best,"

"Really? How so?" I ask.

"I didn't want you to have a drug addict father as a Dad!" Des exclaims.

"You couldn't come back when you were better?" I ask, raising my voice. "No! You just wanted to screw the next girl who was dumb enough to take you. I doubt you even had drug problems anyways! You're just too pussy to admit you left and had no reason," I say angrily.

"You're right," He says. "I had no reason to leave you and Gemma. It was your Mom who drove me to leave,"

"My Mom?" I question.

"Yeah, she drove me to do cocaine. She's one pain in the ass. I only married her because she got pregnant with Gemma and I felt bad. But staying with your Mother was the worst decision of my life. Hell, even sleeping with her was stupid of me. I only did it because I knew she gave it out easily. When I looked at you and Gemma, I felt nothing but regret. I didn't want you nor her. So I left. And let me tell you, I don't regret it. Now, I have the two kids I always wanted, and wife that doesn't make me want to kill myself,"

"Maybe you should've. The world would've been a better place," I spit.

He laughs at me. "How's it like being a Dad?" Des asks me. "You know, when the kid was alive. You know drowning is one of the worst ways to die,"

My fist swings at his face causing him to stumble back on his feet. I kick him in the balls causing him to groan loudly. "I hope you rot in fucking hell," I say to him before I leave.

I slam his front door shut then walk to my car. My knuckles sting with a little pain but my mind is too busy focusing on the prick that I wish was dead.

***

I get to the hotel room around seven. By the time I did run the errands I said I was going to, it was longer than 2 hours.

I put my keys on the kitchen counter and put the bags on the floor. I see Eve appear with a scowling face and tense eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"You never called me said you left the apartment," I close my eyes. I knew I forgot something. "Then you came back an hour late and I thought something happened,"

"I'm sorry I just spaced out," I say. My eyes turn gloomy by making her worried.

"Why happened to your hand?" My girlfriend asks me while picking up my hand that has growing bruises on my knuckles.

"I visited my Dad," I say. Her head tilts at me.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause you have enough on your plate," I say.

"Your problems are my problems," Eve tells me. "Why did you decide to go?" My girlfriend asks.

I explain to Eve that Rachel is my half sister, and I went to figure out why he left her too. Then I go on to explain why I hate my Father even more. Throughout me venting Eve's face remains soft.

"I don't like your Dad," My girlfriend says after I finish my explanation to why I visited Des. "He's a prick,"

I smile at Eve and wrap my arms around her. "I'm sorry for scaring you," I murmur against her.

"I'm sorry that your Dad never realised how he made a mistake of not staying," She says against me. "He missed out on having an amazing son,"

"You think I'm amazing?" I ask.

"The most amazing of them all," I snicker at her words.

"I love you Eve,"

"I love you more Harry," She mumbles against my chest. "Next time, please call me,"

"I will. I'm sorry,"

"You're forgiven," She leans up and kisses my cheek. "I understand why you spaced out. But, ice your hand please,"

"I will,"

"Okay," She pecks my lips causing my body to get that fuzzy feeling it always gets.

A://N

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