Complicated Love- Book 2

This is Harry's point of view of the first book


8. Complicated Love 2- Chapter 7


Chapter 7- Visiting Her Father

        I slept right through the night. I had dreams of stargazing and kissing, little romantic moments and defending her. Claire. She was tattooed on my brain, and I was glad her name was there. We went to school and she sat with me in every class, sneaking me notes here and there when we had to be silent, I replied and we giggled the day away. Lunch came faster than expected. Time flew by when I was with Claire and I didn’t care if it did or not. Every second I was with her, it was like the future brightened. At lunch Hanaa sat with us and so did the boys, Louis and Hanaa were obviously enjoying their lunch, Claire looked like something was wrong. Hanaa pulled her away from the table to the bathroom, and she agreed without any hesitation. I wondered what was going on but didn’t ask about it. If she didn’t want to tell me she didn’t have to, but I wasn’t going to rest until she was smiling and there wasn’t anything in her eyes telling me she wasn’t smiling at all. “Did Hanaa tell you anything Lou?” He thought for a moment then said, “Yes, she did. She told me that Claire hasn’t exactly had a happy life. She hasn’t told me why but it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you go around telling people. Claire has a hard time believing people; they need to prove themselves to her before she can put her whole heart into that person’s trust. Hanaa said she hates it when people say sorry to her and right now Hanaa and their families are the only ones she can really talk to because they’ve lived life together. Their parents count each of them as a family member even though they’re just best friends and next door neighbors.” I thought about this and realized that the look I can see in her eye isn’t wonder, it’s probably pain and sadness and disbelief that anything can be good. I decided then that I have to help her. I have to get her to believe that not everything is bad, that there are good things. But first I had to get her to tell me what was wrong. What was so bad that she doesn’t want to tell me? Would I ever get her to completely tell me what’s happened to her in the past? “She also said it would be easiest if we let Claire deal with things on her own, and if she needs anything she’ll come to us. We would know if she wanted help and if she didn’t.” I told them I was going to get some air. Louis followed me and we stood outside the bathroom door for the two of them to come out. We could hear muffled voices through the door but the cafeteria was really close and we couldn’t hear over all the noise. When Claire came out she looked at me and looked away. I hugged her as tightly as I could and she put her arms around me. I asked if I could carry her books but she made me hold mine in one arm, take her hand, and let her carry her own books. I guess this is one thing she didn’t want help with, but I offered anyway. At the end of the school day she told me she was going to be at Hanaa’s and would meet me tomorrow before school. I had to remind her that another week had blown by and that tonight was our week- a- versary. I left out the week-a-versary part because I wanted her to be surprised by my plan. I already told Hanaa and the boys, now I just have to tell her father. She’s only told me good things about him, but he is her father. I hope he likes me and is willing to help with my special surprise tonight. Instead of going home, I took the long route to Claire’s house from the school so she and Hanaa wouldn’t notice my car driving past them. I made sure it took me at least 20 minutes to get there. I knocked on the door once and her dad answered it almost right away. I introduced myself, “Hello sir, I’m Harry.” He responded, “Oh, yes. You’re the one my daughter keeps talking about. She’s not here at the moment; she’s next door with Hanaa.” Before he closed the door, I caught it with my foot and said, “I know sir, I was hoping I could talk to you about something I want to do for Claire tonight since it’s been a week since we started going out. I really want to do something special but I need your help with it, if that’s alright with you Sir.” He recognized my accent and said, “You are a British gentleman aren’t you now? Alright, come on in and let’s talk about this plan.” I stepped inside the house. Her dad’s face was serious and smiling all at the same time. Claire does that sometimes and I can see where she gets it from. The inside of her house felt warm and inviting. I loved the coziness of it. Her father had already gone into the kitchen and shouted at me, “You’ll have to excuse the mess, it’s just Claire and I living here now and between our jobs it gets kind of hard to clean up.” “It’s fine. I wanted to ask you if I would be allowed to take Claire out for a night. I’ve noticed something has been bothering her more and more lately and I can’t find a way to help her. I was thinking, if it’s alright with you, that I would take her out for a picnic under the stars out in the country. I found a wide open field in the countryside. It’s about 30 minutes away and it’s beautiful at night. I was going to try and find a way to get her to tell me what has been bothering her, but I need your permission to do that.” I was talking a little fast because I was nervous. Her father had a mug of coffee that he was sipping in his hand and put it down on the table. He pointed to the chair across from him as if motioning for me to sit down. I sat down and he leaned against the back of his chair and sighed. He rested his head on his hand and looked at me in the eyes. “You are right. You do need my permission to do that and I’m glad you came to me. If you can answer these few questions correctly for me, I’ll let you take her out tonight for your anniversary. Do we have a deal?” I sighed with relief and responded, “Yes Sir. We have a deal.”

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