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Something Good Can Work

Home.

I'm going home today, we are just waiting on the doctor to sign my release papers. My gran had gone to get the car and Harry is waiting for her at the house with Lou, she told them she'd need more help at home and didn't want to get me all riled up in a car full of teenage boys.
"Summer?" A tall man stepped into my room, he has on a grey suit with a light blue button up under the blazer, A bow tie around his neck and a soft smile on his lips.
"That's me." I said with a smile, he had to be a new doctor or something. He made his way into the room, looking at me, observing me.
"How are you feeling" he asked. His voice was low and raspy, but his accent was thick. It was a lot like Harry's to be honest.
"I'm feeling much better. Absolutely ready to go home." I say, laying it on a little thick. But seriously I want to get he hell out of here.
"You are gorgeous. You look just like your mother."

I froze. How did he know my mother? How did he know me? I searched his jacket for any kind of identification. None. He is definitely not a doctor. I felt my pulse quicken slightly, which was harder to do with the regulation medicines they had me on. I felt uneasy, like I'd been talking to a predator and didn't even realize it.
"Who are you?" I muttered, barely opening my mouth to get the words out. He sighed, looking down at his hands.
"My name is Christopher, I am your father..."
I was frozen. How did he know I was here? Did gran tell him? Did Louis? Why would he choose this moment of all moments to come see me. I pulled my knees up to my chest, a defensive fetal position as I glared at him.
"Get out." I said dryly, my eyes burning into him. His face was soft, his nose was large-like the Roman statues. His hair was a sandy blonde mixed with grey. His lips were plump, his eyes were a pale blue, and I knew immediately why my mother had fallen for him. He was charming -- in looks and in his speech. "Summer, please. Give me a chance to know you. You're my daughter, I've only found out about you just recently. You must trust me." He said, moving closer. I cringed. How could expect me to believe him.
"Christopher! This is most inappropriate." My gran shrieked as she entered the room. Her eyes were focused on him, she looked beyond irate.
"I'm sorry Hester, I have to see her. She's my daughter too! And she's not old enough to care for herself! I am entitled to her, to care for her. To give her a life you can't!" He demanded, fighting over me as I was invisible.
"I would never go with you!" I shouted. I stood up and ran to my gran, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her fluffy gray hair. I would choose her. Always. He did not say anything, he just shook his head and left the room. I looked up, feeling my lip quiver. I had never thought I'd meet him. Especially not like this.
"Don't cry baby girl, if you want nothing to do with him then that's exactly what we will do."

-- Once we'd gotten home, Harry had helped me get settled in my room. He lay beside me as I rest my head on his chest, listening to his perfect heart beat. A strong, steady, soothing rhythm. My fingers were drawing invisible flowers on the soft fabric of his t-shirt.
"He really just showed up?" He asked for the millionth time. "Yes. It was all very creepy, let's not talk about it because. Nightmares" I said with a shudder. He laughed slightly and continued combing through my hair with his fingers.
"I'm happy you're home. Happy you're doing well. I'm just happy." He said with a stupid grin, it was clear to see he was smitten. I was no better, I matched his grin--maybe even surpassed it.
Despite everything,
I was finally home.