The Boys of Summer - Chapter 5
first of all .. sorry that i kept you hanging so long. i planned to update earlier, i just really didn't make it.
and just so you know .. it might be a while til the next update because i will be going to uk again!
and you can cross your fingers cos i wanna try get a ticket for mcfly's first leg of the tour.
anyway, story .. update.
Title: The Boys of Summer
Author: me
Rating: PG-13 (swearing, loads of it)
Chapter: 5/16
Genre: AU - Drama
Pairing: Poynter/Judd yet again
Summary: Someone is not so pleased to see Harry and Dougie together …
Disclaimer: me no own, this no true
Dedication: everyone who read and commented on the previous chapter … syphilisparade, be_cool_bec, ivebeenburgled, juddpoynter, returnofwolf, roguecharmedone, imaginarymisery, orpheous87, scribblemusic, iheartdougie, elphee, danni1112, bellabliss2674, foreverlove_xx, juweel, hidden_angel_07, bffimagine, jedisnickers, star55, katybase, man_10_az and andine_mcfly.
Author’s note: This chapter is probably a big heap of clichés and theatre-style drama but bare with me, alright?
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ever so slowly Harry turned his head to the side and sure enough, his mother was standing in the room. Clutching to her robe she stared at the two boys in pure shock.
“Mum …” Harry said, slowly sitting up, now straddling Dougie but still holding onto him by the hands.
Mrs Judd took a deep breath before she fixed her eyes on her son. Her voice was cold and sharp as a razorblade as she spoke.
“Dougie …” she said without breaking her gaze from Harry, “… leave.”
“But mum …” Harry tried to protest.
“I won’t say it again. Dougie, leave.”
Dougie hurriedly shoved Harry off him and got out of the bed. He gathered his clothes from the floor and made for the door without even putting them on. When he was stood right next to Mrs Judd, her voice stopped him.
“And Dougie?” she said, voice still cold as ice. She still didn’t even turn to look at him. “Don’t come near my son ever again.”
“Mother!” Harry gasped in shock, seeing the horrified look on Dougie’s face. He jumped off the bed and wanted to rush over to his boyfriend but his mother grabbed him by the arm.
“You stay here.” And for the first time, Mrs Judd turned to look at Dougie, disgust clearly visible in her features. “Out!” she yelled at the young boy.
Dougie winced and tears sprung to his eyes. After casting one last look at Harry, he moved again and left the room, running down the hallway to the lift. Harry wanted to run after him but his mother’s grip on his arm was just too firm.
“Mum?! Are you completely insane? What the fuck was that about? What are you even doing here? This is my room!” Harry yelled, his anger making him forget who he was talking to.
“A mother has every right to look when she wakes from a noise against her door, moans coming out from her son’s room and finding the keycard sticking in the lock on the outside of the door.” Mrs Judd yelled back, “And now you tell me, what do you think you have been doing there?!”
“As if that wasn’t clearly obvious.”
Her grip still strong on her son’s arm, Mrs Judd dragged Harry back to the bed and made him sit down forcefully before she glared down at him.
“So?” Harry asked sharply when his mother didn’t speak up for a few moments.
“I expect some explanations.”
“I love Dougie. Enough said.”
And before Harry could even register what had happened, his mother had slapped him hard across the face, making his skin sting.
“What do you know about love, Harry? You are seventeen, you know nothing. And I will not tolerate it that you put shame upon yourself, upon your whole family, because this … this … person has messed with your senses.”
“This person, as you call him, has a name. His name is Dougie Ponyter and I love him.”
Again, his mother slapped Harry across the face. Harry took it without so much as blinking before he stood from the bed, looking his mother in the eye.
“Slap me all you want, I don’t care. It’s not gonna change anything. It’s not gonna change the fact that your son is gay!” Harry spat in her face, his voice by now as cold and sharp as hers had been before towards Dougie.
“You don’t know what you are saying there, Harry.” his mother yelled.
“Oh believe me, I fucking do. For the first time in my life, things are crystal clear to me.” Harry yelled back, still not caring about his choice of words, if he did only to provoke his mother even more.
“Harry, you cannot be and you will not be a homosexual! Your father and I did not send you to one of the best schools of the country, did not put so much into your education to make you throw all that away for a moment of lust.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “A moment of lust? Get a bloody grip, mum! In case you haven’t noticed, Dougie makes me happy. For the first time, someone actually sees me as a real person instead of judging me on my family and backround. Dougie accepts me as the person I am with the feelings and thoughts I’m having. He knows about my flaws and he’s glad I have them. And he understands me, understands me better than you, my own mother, will ever be able to. And no matter what you’ll say or do, it won’t stop me from loving Dougie. And it most certainly will not stop me from being with him.”
“Harry, can you not understand? You are putting your life on jeopardy. What will people think of you when they find out you are not like them?” his mother tried to reason in what was the closest to a calm voice she could come up with at that moment.
“Aren’t you more afraid of what they’ll think of you when they’ll find out your precious son is a fag?” Harry asked back, eyebrow raised, knowing full well that this was exactly what his mother was worried about, her own reputation.
“Do not use that language in my presence, Harry. Don’t you dare!”
“But that’s the truth, mum. I am your son and I am gay. You can try to ignore it as much as you want but it won’t change anything. You will not be able to buy yourself out of this, not with all the money in the world.” Harry took a deep breath and then added with the coldest voice he could come up with, “Nothing in the world will change the fact that your son is gay and in love with another man!”
Brushing his shoulder against his mother’s, Harry walked past her and to his closet. He got out his carry bag and rucksack and started shoving his belongings inside them.
“What do you think you are doing?” his mother shrieked hysterically.
“What does it look like? I’m packing and then I’ll go over to Dougie. I’m not going to stay here a minute longer.”
Mrs Judd rushed over to her son and whenever he had chucked an article of clothing into his bag she took it out again.
“You are not leaving, Harry. I forbid it.”
Harry laughed bitterly. “And what makes you think I’m going to listen to you?”
“I am, after all, your mother, young man.”
“So?”
“You aren’t eighteen yet, Harry. What do you want to do? Run away and wait for things to happen in your favour?”
“Everything’s better than having to look at your face again or being around you.”
“And then Harry, what will happen?” his mother yelled again, “Will you go and be with that boy, living of air and love only? This is the real world out there. How will you become a respected individual?”
“Who says I wanna be a respected individual? That were always your plans, mother. It always had to be your way or no way. You sent me to that bloody boarding school, not even asking if I wanted to go or not. You had planned out my entire future without so much as asking me what I wanted, what would make me happy. And now that I know what I want and now that I am happy, you can’t accept that it’s not what you planned out for me. You can’t accept that, on top of all, you failed at being a mother!”
“What’s all that noise about?” came a voice suddenly.
Harry and his mother turned around to see Mr Judd standing in the room, obviously just awoken. No one had seen him enter. Mrs Judd and Harry had been too occupied in their argument that they hadn’t noticed that, ever since Dougie had left, the door to the room had been wide open.
“Oh perfect.” Harry muttered sarcastically as he continued packing, glad his mother didn’t hold him back from it anymore since she now rushed to her husband.
“Will you do something, please? Your son is about to leave and I cannot get any sense into him.” she pleaded.
Mr Judd studied his Harry, who had started packing again, before he looked back at his wife. “I’d be glad if someone told me what happened here first. Your screaming surely woke the whole hotel.”
“Your son!” Mrs Judd said, while pointing at Harry, “I caught him … I saw …”
“She walked in on me and Dougie kissing.” Harry said calmly, knowing his mother simply wouldn’t be able, would be too disgusted, to voice what she had seen.
Harry expected another verbal attack, only this time coming from his father. But, much to his surprise, his father said nothing. He only let out a light laugh.
“What are you laughing about?” Mrs Judd questioned, “This is a serious matter and not some joke.”
“Are you saying you’re surprised that this has happened? Everyone with a working pair of eyes could see that the feelings between Harry and Dougie were growing stronger with each day, each minute even. The only thing that shocks me about this is that they both took so long to figure out what was clearly obvious from the first moment on.”
Mrs Judd looked at her husband disbelieving. “Is that everything you are going to say to that? Are you encouraging him even? Do you not understand the meaning behind all this?”
“I understand that our son has finally come to terms with himself instead of always doing what was expected from him. And if he’s gay, so be it.” Mr Judd said calmly and shrugged.
“I cannot believe you!” Mrs Judd said disbelieving, shaking her head.
“No, I can’t believe you. We always said that our children’s happiness has to stand above everything else. And now that our youngest son finally reached that goal, is finally happy, you are standing in his way. This isn’t the Middle Age, it is normal these days to be homosexual. All that matters is that you love at all, no matter if it’s a man or a woman or even both.”
“You know what?” Mrs Judd looked back and forth between her son and husband, “I don’t care. You do what you want, Harry. But don’t you dare coming back to me, crying because your little summer-fling didn’t work in your way and people started looking down on you, and expect any sympathy from me.”
Mrs Judd left the room slamming the door close, leaving Harry and his father in the room.
“So, what you’re going to do?” his father questioned after a few moments of silence.
Harry shrugged. “I’m gonna stay at Dougie’s for now, hopefully the rest of the holiday. And after that? I don’t know. I’m not going back to boarding school, that’s for sure. Maybe I can live with Tom and Joanne. I’ll finish school there and get a side job. And once I’m done with school I’ll move to be with Dougie.”
“You love that boy, don’t you?” Harry’s father asked as he sat down on the bed.
“I do, dad. More than anything.” Harry answered honestly, sitting down next to him.
“Good. I’m glad you do, finally brings some sense, some purpose, into your life. How’s he coping, is he okay?”
“I don’t think so. Mum treated him like a criminal and just threw him out. In front of his eyes she turned into one of those people that he’s always been emotionally hurt by the most.”
“It wasn’t right of your mother to do that. And she’s going to realise that too. Sooner or later she’s going to see she’s fighting a long lost battle.”
“In which she lost a son.” Harry said bitterly. After a pause he added, “I love you dad and there aren’t enough words existing to thank you for sticking up for me tonight. And I’d love to keep seeing you. But … I will not face her ever again.”
“Ever again are strong words, Harry.”
“I mean them, though. She’s shown the ugliest side of her character tonight, not only hurting me by not accepting who I am. She also hurt the first and only person that ever made me fully happy. And even if I might be able to see her again one day in the future or maybe even talk to her, I will never ever gonna forget what she did and said tonight.”
“Fair enough. You do whatever you think is right, Harry. You’ll manage, I’m sure. But if you ever need anything, be it money or just some advise, don’t hesitate to call me, okay? I’m still gonna be there for you no matter what she says about it.” Mr Judd pointed his thumb half-heartedly to the wall separating Harry’s room and the room of Mr and Mrs Judd.
“Thanks, dad.” Harry scribbled Dougie’s address on a piece of paper and handed it to his father. “Here, that’s where Dougie is staying. Come by whenever you want.”
“Thank you. If you want me to, I can call Thomas tomorrow. He and Joanne can get their house ready for you to move in and sort things with a school. And you get yourself a new bank account. I’m going to transfer you some money each month.” Mr Judd continued.
“Dad, you don’t need to …”
“I do need to, Harry.” his father cut in, “In all those years I’ve barely been a proper father to you and I’m sorry for that. And I know that no money in the world can make up for that but please, let me do this. You don’t know if you will find a job right away and you need some financial backround before you move closer to Dougie next year.” He smiled warmly.
“Thanks, dad.”
Harry hugged his father before he got off the bed and finished packing. Mr Judd watched him closely, being fully aware of the fact that, after this night, things wouldn’t be like they used to be. In a matter of minutes he had seen his youngest son grow into a man who wasn’t afraid to take risks, even if it meant to break with his family. It helped that he knew him in the safety of his other son’s house since there was no doubt that Thomas and his wife would take Harry in. But he also knew that, from now on, things in the Judd family would never be the same again. He didn’t even know if he could still talk about the ‘Judd family’.
When Harry was done packing and zipped his bag close, he looked at his father again. “What will become of you and mum?” he asked.
His father shook his head. “I don’t know, Harry. But I guess it’s for the better if I’ll stay in this room for now so leave me the key.” He offered a weak smile.
Harry nodded and pointed to the keycard that laid, forgotten, on the floor. “You’ll be fine, dad. Whether that’s with or without her. It’ll turn out okay.”
Mr Judd nodded and got up to see his son to the door. When Harry was in the hallway, he turned around again, looking at his father.
“Thank you so much dad. For everything.”
Again, Mr Judd just nodded.
“I’ll see you, yeah? Just come by when you feel like it.”
“I will.”
The two men shared another look before they hugged once more. They let go after a few moments and Harry picked up his stuff, making his way for the lift.
To be continued …
Comments are appreciated.
and just so you know .. it might be a while til the next update because i will be going to uk again!
and you can cross your fingers cos i wanna try get a ticket for mcfly's first leg of the tour.
anyway, story .. update.
Title: The Boys of Summer
Author: me
Rating: PG-13 (swearing, loads of it)
Chapter: 5/16
Genre: AU - Drama
Pairing: Poynter/Judd yet again
Summary: Someone is not so pleased to see Harry and Dougie together …
Disclaimer: me no own, this no true
Dedication: everyone who read and commented on the previous chapter … syphilisparade, be_cool_bec, ivebeenburgled, juddpoynter, returnofwolf, roguecharmedone, imaginarymisery, orpheous87, scribblemusic, iheartdougie, elphee, danni1112, bellabliss2674, foreverlove_xx, juweel, hidden_angel_07, bffimagine, jedisnickers, star55, katybase, man_10_az and andine_mcfly.
Author’s note: This chapter is probably a big heap of clichés and theatre-style drama but bare with me, alright?
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ever so slowly Harry turned his head to the side and sure enough, his mother was standing in the room. Clutching to her robe she stared at the two boys in pure shock.
“Mum …” Harry said, slowly sitting up, now straddling Dougie but still holding onto him by the hands.
Mrs Judd took a deep breath before she fixed her eyes on her son. Her voice was cold and sharp as a razorblade as she spoke.
“Dougie …” she said without breaking her gaze from Harry, “… leave.”
“But mum …” Harry tried to protest.
“I won’t say it again. Dougie, leave.”
Dougie hurriedly shoved Harry off him and got out of the bed. He gathered his clothes from the floor and made for the door without even putting them on. When he was stood right next to Mrs Judd, her voice stopped him.
“And Dougie?” she said, voice still cold as ice. She still didn’t even turn to look at him. “Don’t come near my son ever again.”
“Mother!” Harry gasped in shock, seeing the horrified look on Dougie’s face. He jumped off the bed and wanted to rush over to his boyfriend but his mother grabbed him by the arm.
“You stay here.” And for the first time, Mrs Judd turned to look at Dougie, disgust clearly visible in her features. “Out!” she yelled at the young boy.
Dougie winced and tears sprung to his eyes. After casting one last look at Harry, he moved again and left the room, running down the hallway to the lift. Harry wanted to run after him but his mother’s grip on his arm was just too firm.
“Mum?! Are you completely insane? What the fuck was that about? What are you even doing here? This is my room!” Harry yelled, his anger making him forget who he was talking to.
“A mother has every right to look when she wakes from a noise against her door, moans coming out from her son’s room and finding the keycard sticking in the lock on the outside of the door.” Mrs Judd yelled back, “And now you tell me, what do you think you have been doing there?!”
“As if that wasn’t clearly obvious.”
Her grip still strong on her son’s arm, Mrs Judd dragged Harry back to the bed and made him sit down forcefully before she glared down at him.
“So?” Harry asked sharply when his mother didn’t speak up for a few moments.
“I expect some explanations.”
“I love Dougie. Enough said.”
And before Harry could even register what had happened, his mother had slapped him hard across the face, making his skin sting.
“What do you know about love, Harry? You are seventeen, you know nothing. And I will not tolerate it that you put shame upon yourself, upon your whole family, because this … this … person has messed with your senses.”
“This person, as you call him, has a name. His name is Dougie Ponyter and I love him.”
Again, his mother slapped Harry across the face. Harry took it without so much as blinking before he stood from the bed, looking his mother in the eye.
“Slap me all you want, I don’t care. It’s not gonna change anything. It’s not gonna change the fact that your son is gay!” Harry spat in her face, his voice by now as cold and sharp as hers had been before towards Dougie.
“You don’t know what you are saying there, Harry.” his mother yelled.
“Oh believe me, I fucking do. For the first time in my life, things are crystal clear to me.” Harry yelled back, still not caring about his choice of words, if he did only to provoke his mother even more.
“Harry, you cannot be and you will not be a homosexual! Your father and I did not send you to one of the best schools of the country, did not put so much into your education to make you throw all that away for a moment of lust.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “A moment of lust? Get a bloody grip, mum! In case you haven’t noticed, Dougie makes me happy. For the first time, someone actually sees me as a real person instead of judging me on my family and backround. Dougie accepts me as the person I am with the feelings and thoughts I’m having. He knows about my flaws and he’s glad I have them. And he understands me, understands me better than you, my own mother, will ever be able to. And no matter what you’ll say or do, it won’t stop me from loving Dougie. And it most certainly will not stop me from being with him.”
“Harry, can you not understand? You are putting your life on jeopardy. What will people think of you when they find out you are not like them?” his mother tried to reason in what was the closest to a calm voice she could come up with at that moment.
“Aren’t you more afraid of what they’ll think of you when they’ll find out your precious son is a fag?” Harry asked back, eyebrow raised, knowing full well that this was exactly what his mother was worried about, her own reputation.
“Do not use that language in my presence, Harry. Don’t you dare!”
“But that’s the truth, mum. I am your son and I am gay. You can try to ignore it as much as you want but it won’t change anything. You will not be able to buy yourself out of this, not with all the money in the world.” Harry took a deep breath and then added with the coldest voice he could come up with, “Nothing in the world will change the fact that your son is gay and in love with another man!”
Brushing his shoulder against his mother’s, Harry walked past her and to his closet. He got out his carry bag and rucksack and started shoving his belongings inside them.
“What do you think you are doing?” his mother shrieked hysterically.
“What does it look like? I’m packing and then I’ll go over to Dougie. I’m not going to stay here a minute longer.”
Mrs Judd rushed over to her son and whenever he had chucked an article of clothing into his bag she took it out again.
“You are not leaving, Harry. I forbid it.”
Harry laughed bitterly. “And what makes you think I’m going to listen to you?”
“I am, after all, your mother, young man.”
“So?”
“You aren’t eighteen yet, Harry. What do you want to do? Run away and wait for things to happen in your favour?”
“Everything’s better than having to look at your face again or being around you.”
“And then Harry, what will happen?” his mother yelled again, “Will you go and be with that boy, living of air and love only? This is the real world out there. How will you become a respected individual?”
“Who says I wanna be a respected individual? That were always your plans, mother. It always had to be your way or no way. You sent me to that bloody boarding school, not even asking if I wanted to go or not. You had planned out my entire future without so much as asking me what I wanted, what would make me happy. And now that I know what I want and now that I am happy, you can’t accept that it’s not what you planned out for me. You can’t accept that, on top of all, you failed at being a mother!”
“What’s all that noise about?” came a voice suddenly.
Harry and his mother turned around to see Mr Judd standing in the room, obviously just awoken. No one had seen him enter. Mrs Judd and Harry had been too occupied in their argument that they hadn’t noticed that, ever since Dougie had left, the door to the room had been wide open.
“Oh perfect.” Harry muttered sarcastically as he continued packing, glad his mother didn’t hold him back from it anymore since she now rushed to her husband.
“Will you do something, please? Your son is about to leave and I cannot get any sense into him.” she pleaded.
Mr Judd studied his Harry, who had started packing again, before he looked back at his wife. “I’d be glad if someone told me what happened here first. Your screaming surely woke the whole hotel.”
“Your son!” Mrs Judd said, while pointing at Harry, “I caught him … I saw …”
“She walked in on me and Dougie kissing.” Harry said calmly, knowing his mother simply wouldn’t be able, would be too disgusted, to voice what she had seen.
Harry expected another verbal attack, only this time coming from his father. But, much to his surprise, his father said nothing. He only let out a light laugh.
“What are you laughing about?” Mrs Judd questioned, “This is a serious matter and not some joke.”
“Are you saying you’re surprised that this has happened? Everyone with a working pair of eyes could see that the feelings between Harry and Dougie were growing stronger with each day, each minute even. The only thing that shocks me about this is that they both took so long to figure out what was clearly obvious from the first moment on.”
Mrs Judd looked at her husband disbelieving. “Is that everything you are going to say to that? Are you encouraging him even? Do you not understand the meaning behind all this?”
“I understand that our son has finally come to terms with himself instead of always doing what was expected from him. And if he’s gay, so be it.” Mr Judd said calmly and shrugged.
“I cannot believe you!” Mrs Judd said disbelieving, shaking her head.
“No, I can’t believe you. We always said that our children’s happiness has to stand above everything else. And now that our youngest son finally reached that goal, is finally happy, you are standing in his way. This isn’t the Middle Age, it is normal these days to be homosexual. All that matters is that you love at all, no matter if it’s a man or a woman or even both.”
“You know what?” Mrs Judd looked back and forth between her son and husband, “I don’t care. You do what you want, Harry. But don’t you dare coming back to me, crying because your little summer-fling didn’t work in your way and people started looking down on you, and expect any sympathy from me.”
Mrs Judd left the room slamming the door close, leaving Harry and his father in the room.
“So, what you’re going to do?” his father questioned after a few moments of silence.
Harry shrugged. “I’m gonna stay at Dougie’s for now, hopefully the rest of the holiday. And after that? I don’t know. I’m not going back to boarding school, that’s for sure. Maybe I can live with Tom and Joanne. I’ll finish school there and get a side job. And once I’m done with school I’ll move to be with Dougie.”
“You love that boy, don’t you?” Harry’s father asked as he sat down on the bed.
“I do, dad. More than anything.” Harry answered honestly, sitting down next to him.
“Good. I’m glad you do, finally brings some sense, some purpose, into your life. How’s he coping, is he okay?”
“I don’t think so. Mum treated him like a criminal and just threw him out. In front of his eyes she turned into one of those people that he’s always been emotionally hurt by the most.”
“It wasn’t right of your mother to do that. And she’s going to realise that too. Sooner or later she’s going to see she’s fighting a long lost battle.”
“In which she lost a son.” Harry said bitterly. After a pause he added, “I love you dad and there aren’t enough words existing to thank you for sticking up for me tonight. And I’d love to keep seeing you. But … I will not face her ever again.”
“Ever again are strong words, Harry.”
“I mean them, though. She’s shown the ugliest side of her character tonight, not only hurting me by not accepting who I am. She also hurt the first and only person that ever made me fully happy. And even if I might be able to see her again one day in the future or maybe even talk to her, I will never ever gonna forget what she did and said tonight.”
“Fair enough. You do whatever you think is right, Harry. You’ll manage, I’m sure. But if you ever need anything, be it money or just some advise, don’t hesitate to call me, okay? I’m still gonna be there for you no matter what she says about it.” Mr Judd pointed his thumb half-heartedly to the wall separating Harry’s room and the room of Mr and Mrs Judd.
“Thanks, dad.” Harry scribbled Dougie’s address on a piece of paper and handed it to his father. “Here, that’s where Dougie is staying. Come by whenever you want.”
“Thank you. If you want me to, I can call Thomas tomorrow. He and Joanne can get their house ready for you to move in and sort things with a school. And you get yourself a new bank account. I’m going to transfer you some money each month.” Mr Judd continued.
“Dad, you don’t need to …”
“I do need to, Harry.” his father cut in, “In all those years I’ve barely been a proper father to you and I’m sorry for that. And I know that no money in the world can make up for that but please, let me do this. You don’t know if you will find a job right away and you need some financial backround before you move closer to Dougie next year.” He smiled warmly.
“Thanks, dad.”
Harry hugged his father before he got off the bed and finished packing. Mr Judd watched him closely, being fully aware of the fact that, after this night, things wouldn’t be like they used to be. In a matter of minutes he had seen his youngest son grow into a man who wasn’t afraid to take risks, even if it meant to break with his family. It helped that he knew him in the safety of his other son’s house since there was no doubt that Thomas and his wife would take Harry in. But he also knew that, from now on, things in the Judd family would never be the same again. He didn’t even know if he could still talk about the ‘Judd family’.
When Harry was done packing and zipped his bag close, he looked at his father again. “What will become of you and mum?” he asked.
His father shook his head. “I don’t know, Harry. But I guess it’s for the better if I’ll stay in this room for now so leave me the key.” He offered a weak smile.
Harry nodded and pointed to the keycard that laid, forgotten, on the floor. “You’ll be fine, dad. Whether that’s with or without her. It’ll turn out okay.”
Mr Judd nodded and got up to see his son to the door. When Harry was in the hallway, he turned around again, looking at his father.
“Thank you so much dad. For everything.”
Again, Mr Judd just nodded.
“I’ll see you, yeah? Just come by when you feel like it.”
“I will.”
The two men shared another look before they hugged once more. They let go after a few moments and Harry picked up his stuff, making his way for the lift.
To be continued …
Comments are appreciated.