harry jr. groaned when he saw caroline pull up in her car after school. why couldn't his dad pick him up?

he shuffled to caroline's car and threw himself in the backseat.

"don't you want to sit in the front, sweetheart?" caroline asked politely, patting the seat next to her. harry jr. sent her a glare and looked out the window. "no, i don't want to catch slut disease."

caroline reached behind her and slapped harry jr. on the cheek, leaving an angry red mark. "you will not call me or anyone else that name ever again, do you hear me?" she demanded.

harry jr. scoffed. "okay, mother. oh wait, you're not my mum, that's right."

caroline glared at the fourteen year old in the backseat before turning around and taking a deep breath. "do i make myself clear, harry?"

"crystal," he forced a smile, "oh wait, isn't that also the name of the girl you fucked?"

sighing in defeat, caroline pulled out of the parking lot and harry jr. smiled. he had her practically wrapped around his finger.

the ride back was silent and awkward. little harry literally sighed a huge breath of relief when they pulled up to his house, seeing his dad's car parked up front.

harry jr. zoomed out of the car and burst in the door. "dad!" he called, and he didn't get an answer.

he frowned, walking into the kitchen, seeing his dad with a pair of headphones on, dancing awkwardly around the kitchen cooking.

harry sr. saw his son in the doorway and grinned. "hello, my boy," he exclaimed, taking off his headphones and walking up to his son to give him a hug. "how was school today?"

harry jr. shrugged. "okay, i guess,"

the older harry frowned, his curly hair long and right above his shoulders. "what's wrong?"

before little harry could reply, caroline walked in, a smile on her face. bitch, harry jr. thought as harry sr. walked up and placed a kiss on his girlfriend's lips.

"do you want to stay for dinner?" harry asked and harry jr. rolled his eyes. please don't, he thought hopefully.

caroline sighed, "i wish but i need to head to work,"

dad harry sighed in understanding and kissed her on the cheek. "okay, drive safe love,"

she nodded and muttered a quick "goodbye," to harry jr. before walking out of the kitchen and out of the house.

thank God, harry jr. thought before sighing.

"okay, what happened at school?" harry sr. asked, picking up the conversation before they were interrupted. harry sr. goes back to the oven and flips over a piece of chicken.

"nothing really," little harry says, "it's just my language arts teacher,"

harry sr. raises an eyebrow, "what's wrong with him?"

"he ignores me!"

harry sr. chuckles. "is it because you're a nuisance?"

harry jr. shakes his head frantically. "no! he never calls on me, and never looks at me! and if he does look at me, he looks at me for a long time like he knows me, and it's weird."

older harry sighed, "okay, i'll go pick you up tomorrow and I'll go talk to him then,"

harry jr. shrugs, "alright,"

"what's his name, anyway?" harry sr. asks as he places a piece of chicken on a plate.

"mr. tomlinson, but we call him mr. t,"

harry sr. pauses and almost drops the pan of chicken. "tomlinson?" he asks and harry jr. nods. "yup."

harry sr. gulps and shakes his head. it can't be the same one.

he clears his throat, shaking the thought off and places some mashed potatoes on the plate. "what did you make?" harry jr. asks, changing the topic of conversation.

"chicken stuffed with mozzarella cheese wrapped in parma ham with some homemade mashed potatoes," harry sr. smiles.

harry jr. grins, mimicking his father, "you hardly make that anymore! i'm excited!"

harry sr. just grins, not revealing the reason why he doesn't make it anymore. he grabs the parma ham and starts to wrap it around the cheesy chicken.

"yeah, why don't you help me?"

and harry jr. does, and the dad tries not to wander about the brown-haired doncaster boy he thinks about constantly.