Bad Things

Of all the men mom had married, there wasn't a single one that could replace my dad. Except one.


2. A Day with Harry

The next morning, mom had left for work. This meant I was left alone with Harry. I got out of bed and headed downstairs. There was the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. When I entered, there Harry stood in front of the stove with nothing but a pair of gray flannel pants.

I started to take note of the various tattooes along his left arm. It was then he turned to face me, only to realize that he had many more tatted on his body. Silently I thought, damn. I couldn’t say my thoughts aloud, even when my mom or Harry was around.

“Kathryn, morning. I made breakfast and brewed a pot of coffee. Your mom told me you like coffee.” I love coffee. I nodded and began to pour myself a cup. I didn’t know how to react to be honest. He had made such a kind gesture towards me when all I showed towards him was the opposite.

I thanked him to be nice before proceeding to help with setting the table. Harry joined me for breakfast when the table was fully set. I asked about why he wasn’t at work. He replied that he was on his day off. I had the entire day to spend with Harry. Just peachy.

This was a chance for the both of us to get to know each other. “How old are you?” I'm assuming we must start somewhere small. He replied with the age, ’32.’ He was 12 years older than me, and 13 years younger than mom.  I took a bite of my food, which was quite delicious.

I complimented him on cooking before asking where he had learned how to cook. “I learned it from my mom. Let’s just say that I grew up being influenced by the women.” he smiled. I swear, he has got to stop flashing that smile of his. He wasn’t helping, especially with my heart. “What was your dad like? Or is that question off limits?"

Actually, this was one of the rare times that someone has asked me that question. The first person was my best friend, Taylor. It was hard for me to open up to anyone about his dad since he died when I was so young. “It’s okay. It used to hurt so much more when I was a kid. My dad and I were extremely close. I remember this one memory of us going to Disneyland together. He would take me on all the rides while mom shot pictures of us. I would never go anywhere without this stuffed Minnie Mouse doll that my dad bought me when I was four. I took her with me to my first day of Kindergarten. To this day, I still have her in my room sitting next to my dad’s picture.”

The two of us continued to eat our breakfast. Once we finished, we put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. It was yet to be filled in order for it to run. “What do you have planned for today?” asked Harry. I told him that I was working on some homework. He chuckled lightly, only to tell me that he remembered what it was like being in college.

“Now, I shouldn’t be the one to tell you this but it’s your Spring Break. You got have fun some time. Let’s go out to the backyard, have a swim.” He suggested. My parents had a pool and hot tub installed in our backyard. I’d say that it was considerate of them both.

I reminded him that we should wait at least an hour before swimming. “Then we can sit outside in the sun while we wait.” Eventually, I agreed and said I would meet him out there in 10 minutes before heading upstairs.

I was glad that I did manage to pack my bathing suit, just in case. It was a two-piece. I changed out of my pajamas and put on my bathing suit. Of course, he was going to be wearing swimtrunks, but it was one clothing away from him being completely naked.

Though, it wouldn’t be like him to walk around naked when I’m around. I shouldn’t even be thinking like this. I shook the thought out of my head and headed downstairs. Harry was already outside in his swimtrunks, waiting for me.

He was laying on one of our lounging chairs near the pool side. I went out to the backyard. But as I approached his direction, I swore that I had caught him staring at me for just a minute before looking away. I don’t think he’s looked at  mom like that. Yet, mom was a beautiful woman for her age.

I stood before him, contemplating to sit down or head over to the hot tub. I chose the latter. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me as I dipped into the hot tub. I could hear him get up and join me. He was seated a mere two feet beside me.

“Are you going to keep your distance the whole time?” I asked with a smirk. Harry didn’t seemed at all surprised to hear the question. He moved closer, so that we were barely touching. Was this even considered normal? No, why would it?

I was beginning to be drawn to him. “This is relaxing.” said he. I nodded in agreement. There were these… sensations that I was starting to feel. I couldn’t seem to explain to myself about what they were. I mean it was almost all new to me. 

His green eyes gazed into mine. I noticed how the light reflected off of them, that they glistened. I felt myself moving towards him. Harry was doing the same. Though, quickly I pulled away. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled. I felt my cheeks become hot. I was blushing.

Harry reached out with his hand and caressed my cheek. He turned my face to look at him. When I did, I was only looking into his eyes and nothing else. It seemed as if the world around us disappeared, just for a second. “Have dinner with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a suggestion either. It was a full blown statement.

“But, my mom—"

“Your mom’s working late. Trust me.” Whatever it was that made me say yes was the same ‘thing’ that gave me dreams about Harry. These dreams were so specific that I could just retell them to anyone, but I won’t. I can’t. I don’t know what I would say to my friends. I know what they’ll say. It’s wrong.

Harry’s married to your mom. Some would be surprised she’s on her fourth husband, and the others would be surprised at the age difference. I was clearly surprised with the latter. Harry and I spent the rest of our day doing our own things. While I was held up in my room, he was doing a business call. So, maybe he did work, but he didn’t have to be at the office today.  All I know is that I’m afraid of how dinner with Harry will turn out.

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