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Okay, wasn't expecting so many reviews in so little time. I meant topost yesterday but I was actually queuing for McFly in Wolverhampton. Totally spazzing over the front row for the first time kind of thing. Anywhoo. Next chapter. Enjoy.. More tonight as well I reckon, seen as Ive finished this.
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Part Three – Common Factors
"I erm.. I wasn't planning on going back home." I said, staring at my hands intently.
"Oh. What were you planning on doing?" Harry asked curiously, in a somewhat patronizing way.
"Getting away from Gran. She moved in with me and mum last month cause Granddad died. She was yelling this morning cause I mentioned you so I hopped on a bus and well, sorry I turned up like this." I explained in nothing more than a mumble.
"Are you always this apologetic?" He remarked, rather amused.
"No. Sorry." We both grinned as I apologised again.
"I never liked Beth's mum." He nodded understandingly "Her dad was okay. Sorry, they're your grandparents, I shouldn't really-"
"Oh no, it's quite alright. I actually hate gran. I'm pretty sure she hates me as well." I shrugged. It was nothing really. Gran looked down her nose at me every time I was in the same room as her.
"Why's that?" Harry questioned.
"If it wasn't for gran, my dad would have known I existed." I stated. "Instead of mum having to feed you crap saying she'd had an abortion or a miscarriage. Can't wait till she passes on to the other side."
"Well that's something in common. We both detest your Gran." Harry laughed slightly. "So.. this might sound weird.."
"Try me." I sat back into the sofa more comfortably.
"Do you like marmite?" He asked, cringing afterwards.
"Adore it! On crackers." I beamed back at him.
"You're definitely a Ju-. Are you a Klein or a Judd?" He asked cutting himself off mid-sentence.
"Judd. Mum wanted it that way. She wanted a reminder. Riled Gran as well." I replied feeling rather amused and proud when Harry's face lit up as he learnt my name.
It was then that I felt an oh so familiar lump in my throat, and my hands had gotten rather clammy. Nerves were washing over me once more. Damnit.
"Umm, could I use your bathroom?" I asked as my voice quivered.
"Upstairs, first on your left." Harry answered.
I got up and rushed to the bathroom, bursting into tears almost immediately after closing the door behind me. Reality had just struck me. I was in shock. I'd just achieved everything I had wanted to do since I was five years old, all in the space of twenty minutes.
I jumped when there was a knock on the door.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked. I opened the door slowly. "You're crying" he stated. "Why?"
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Why are you sorry? And why are you crying?" he smiled.
"I'm sorry for crying infront of you, and I'm crying because I'm here." I sobbed, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. No doubt I was pretty puffy and red eyed by now.
"Does the toilet really smell that bad? cause if it does, it's Dougie." He raised an eyebrow at me.
"No, I.. it doesn't matter." I sniffed.
"It does. You can tell me." He spoke reassuringly.
"Cause, I have a dad. I mean, I had one before obviously, but now I can talk to him and he knows who I am.." I smiled through tears. "I just.. You have no idea how great that feels."
I felt his arms wrap around me and I was engulfed into a hug. I sighed and let my arms lock around his middle. He stroked my hair gently as I continued to sob into him.
"Da- um, Harry?" I stuttered once I'd calmed down.
"You can call me dad if you like. I don't mind." He said. "Only you, mind. Doug will be calling it me by the end of the week."
"Are you and him, like, gay? Together?" I asked.
"With his feet? I don't think so." Harry exclaimed. "He's been crashing here for a few months cause his ex has taken over his house."
"Oh right." I found the situation rather amusing to say the least.
"That's kind of normal for around here. You'll get used to it. Especially when you meet Danny. Tom's life's pretty boring. You probably won't see him for a week or two, his Mrs won't let him out. Heavily Preggers. Think's she'll blow at anytime." dad chuckled.