Rejected

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty Two

Harry's POV

"What do you mean, come with you?" I ask her. I was not expecting that.

"I mean come home with me, like to visit. You could meet my dad, and my brother. I'm not sure about my mom, but that doesn't matter. And then you can leave whenever you'd li-"

"Zoey." I press, hushing her the moment her eyes began to light up in excitement.

"I can't"

I turn away from her, not being able to look into her eyes as they immediately sadden. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I couldn't go home with her. I couldn't meet her family.

How would I introduce myself?

Hello sir, pleased to meet you, yes I'm the English lad screwing your daughter.

No. No fucking way would I go to America with her.

"Will you at least think about it? I can't stay here Harry I'm just trying to think of something we can do."

"How is me meeting your father going to solve anything?" I snap, turning back to face her. She crosses her arms, putting the sternest look she can muster on her face as she scowls at me.

"I'm serious Zoey. All it's going to do is make me miss you more when I have to leave and you stay there. I'll be even more miserable."

I yank a t-shirt out of my drawer, quickly pulling it on. Zoey looks defeated, both of us unwilling to compromise but desperately wanting to be with each other.

"I leave tomorrow" She whispers softly. I bite into my lip, unable to turn and face her. I know there will be tears building up in her eyes and I don't want to fucking see her upset.

"I know" I sigh, wishing I could slow time down. Her fingers wrap around my wrist and I turn around, welcoming her against my body as she pulls me in to hug her.

"I don't want this to end Harry" She whimpers, biting into her quivering lip and hiding her face in my chest so I wouldn't see her cry.

I don't allow her to hide away from me, taking her chin between my fingers and tilting her head up. I lean down and press my mouth against hers, holding onto her tightly as I feel her legs wobble.

"Fine," I mumble resting my forehead against hers.

She looks at me confused, before a huge grin erupts on her face.

"You'll come?!"

I nod my head, laughing as she squeals and jumps into my arms excitedly, legs wrapping around my waist and kisses being peppered anywhere she can reach on my face.

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It's way too fucking early.

The sun isn't even up yet, so I shouldn't be either. But here I am, locking the door to my apartment and carrying mine and Zoey's luggage downstairs to our awaiting cab.

She's bubbly and excited, even in these early hours of the morning as we drive towards the airport. I, on the other hand, am completely fucking miserable and regretting this decision already.

I wanted to be with her. I really did. But I wasn't good with families and all that bullshit, and I already knew her dad wasn't going to like me. Why would he? His daughter is a perfect girl, her skin clean while I'm a train waiting to wreck with hardly any skin left to show.

I can only imagine what his reaction would be if he knew what I was involved in; what my job was. Zoey didn't even know, but I knew that if she did she'd drop me in a heart beat.