Norman wins worst father of the year
Harry came home to something that had recently become an extremely familiar sight. His father drunk out of his mind fallen on the ground and rambling at air with suppressed fury at the world for taking his omega. Harry understood his pain,he lost his mother too and if he ever lost Peter he would be devastated. But unfortunately his dad had a very old fashioned mind set and didn’t believe in therapy. His idea of dealing with your emotions was suck it up and move on, which clearly wasn’t working.
He crouched down and picked up his father placing him on the couch and turning him on his side. Turning his attention to the pile of vomit on the floor and sighed. He never allowed any of the cleaning staff to clean his fathers sick, he always felt the need to do it himself. His boyfriend had tried helping once when he dropped by for a surprise visit but Harry vehemently refused.
As he walked towards the kitchen to get a wet washcloth his father stirred from his stupor. He looked around the room confused and his hazy blue eyes’s gaze landed on Harry. The blank look on his face quickly turned to one of annoyance “what are you doing home boy! You should be in school.” Norman barked wanting his son and only heir gone. “Its 4 o’clock dad” Harry sighed not in the mood to handle one of his dads fits. “Then you should be studying, I won’t have an idiot at the helm of my company.” “Just stop dad, you’re drunk. Go to sleep.” Norman not one to listen to reason pressed one “what about that puny little sh*t stark omega that’s always coming around? Where’s he this fine morning?” He asked sarcastically.
Harry’s eyes darkened hearing profanities uttered against his omega, “he’s busy.” Harry thought back to what his boy was going to do Today and prayed to god it went well. “Probably screwing someone else behind your back. Naive fool, fell in love with a stark.” “That’s enough dad” Harry said in a calm but dangerous tone “Peter is doing no such thing.” “He’s a sl*t Harold he’s not with you for love, he probably knows that most of the inheritance is going to starts alpha boy, so he’s after yours. He’s nothing but a gold digging wh*re.” Norman deadpanned.
Hearing those words Harry saw red, he could tolerate his fathers harsh criticisms and insulting comments but the person he was talking about was his goddamn mate. He couldn’t control himself any longer and lunged at his father punching his nose. Once Norman recovered from the initial shock he grabbed his son by the arms hard and sloppily punched his eye followed by promptly passing out.
Harry furiously wiped his eyes getting rid of the unshed tears that had gathered in them. He remembered a time when his father wasn’t like this. Back when his mom was alive. Emily wasn’t Harry’s biological birth giver but she was in all rights his mom. She has changed Norman, showed him love and brought out a softer side in him that was never seen before. It brought to his mind the saying the right omega could change the devil himself. Harry hated that saying, omegas weren’t rehabilitation centers for broken alphas. He had vowed to himself he would never let his coco degraded or unloved.
After cleaning up the mess at hand and the additional blood that leaked from normans nose he contemplated going to Ned or Michelle’s house, but before he could come to a decision he got a call from his crying boyfriend about the days events, and how everything had spiralled out of control.
Without a thought he packed up some clothes and headed to their queens apartment. They both needed some comfort.