I'm not sure how to react as we walk into the living room. I look up at Harry's set jaw, then I glance at our entwined fingers.
The front door happens and his dad walks in.
He looks younger than I expected. He is at most forty eight. His hair still midnight black and he's strikingly good looking.
He appears to be just as tense as Harry as he walks in, and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees me.
"Harry.." He starts nervously.
"Father." Harry responds with a small nod.
"I've been calling you."
"I left my phone in the car."
"You wouldn't have answered anyway. I was surprised when you answered earlier."
"I didn't. She did." He says while turning to look at me.
"Your girlfriend is beautiful."
"I'm not his-"
Harry cuts me off.
"Very beautiful."
I swallow dryly when his finge
