Thicker than blood - Harry Styles

Chapter 9

Carly

It must have been a dream, I was convinced. My father wouldn't utter loving words to save his life, let alone open up to his employee Emilia. I rubbed my eyes, multiple times. I pinched myself, only to realize that I was awake. It wasn't a dream. I interrupted their conversation when I cleared my throat, his soft features changed as soon as he laid his green eyes on me. He stood up, stalked towards me and wrapped me in his arms. His muscular arms made me feel like home, it felt as if I had waited for this moment for the past years and in the moment it felt so worth it. My tears soaked his black t-shirt  but he didn't seem to care, not for now. His cologne calmed me, I hadn't been this close to him since I was a child. At the moment I realized that his embrace could fix a part of my injured heart. His soft side could bring me back to life. He could help me find myself, he was the only one. I didn't want to let go of his warm embrace, I felt loved for the first time in many years.

"Don't cry Carly" he softly said as he rubbed my back. I couldn't wrap my head around the change, there must have been a replacement. This couldn't be my father, the man who had me wrapped in his arms couldn't be Harry.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel fine?" I asked, my words were muffled by his neck but he had heard me. There was a silence and he released himself out of the hug. His eyes met mine, my heart was beating. I was frightened, I didn't know what to expect.
"Don't make me repeat myself" he began, his voice was harsh as usual. "I apologize for being a complete dick, you deserve to feel loved. My drunk behavior was out of order and I'm sorry" he said, his voice was softer than before. I closed my eyes, taking in the words that had left his lips.
"Are you going to answer my questions regarding your past now?" I blurted out, which I shouldn't have. His soft expression was exchanged with an angry one.
"Don't ask for too much. Greed is not a good trait" he replied with a calm voice, to my surprise. The expression was the same, the same angry one that I was more than used to.
"What about some pizza and Monopoly?" Emilia's sweet voice brought us back to actuality, to her small apartment.
"No, we're going home." his hoarse voice stated, Emilia sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Come on Harry, you would need a day off." she said and he finally gave in.

The day spent together was perfect, words couldn't describe how much I enjoyed our day. I was smiling the whole time, a calmness was resting over my body and soul. I wished that it would last forever and being the naive person that I was, I believed it would. The way his laugh filled the room with happiness was indescribable, it made my heart flutter. I wanted it to be as this, all the time. I had fallen asleep on the couch and he had carried me to the car, being as quiet as possible in order to not wake me up. I had felt his eyes examine each and every detail of my face, I probably looked a lot like her. He gently tucked me in, kissed my cheek and left the room. Oh how I wish that every single night ended, just as this. Him apologizing earlier was heartwarming, he realized that he had hurt me and I appreciated every single word, laugh and smile he gave me. Deep inside I wanted to be his little girl again, the child that he would take care of.

The next day passed, he was at work. Not a trace of him was seen and my hopes were smashed into a million pieces. I was waiting for him, he would possibly come home and we could have some tea together. Perhaps even watch a movie? I heard the front door open and he stalked into the kitchen, his eyebrows were furrowed. His usual facial expression was evident, anger.

"Hey" I simply greeted, he acknowledged me by a plain nod. "Would you want some tea?" I heard him sigh, deeply. Inhale and exhale.
"No." he replied and I bit my lip, trying to wipe off the shocked expression from my face. I slowly nodded and put the cups back where they belonged.

"Don't you dare try to make me feel guilty" his voice was harsh, just like the one I was used to.
"I'm not, I was simply asking a question" I shot back.

"The shit that happened yesterday won't ever happen again, do you understand?" The calmness that was resting over my body and soul was replaced with pain, the pain I was used to. The trust I had for him was gone, anger flushed through my veins. I wasn't going to run away from him, not this time. I wasn't going to answer questions, I was going to find the answers on my own.
"Two can play that game" I stated with confidence. I would find her and when I do, she will answer my questions.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I would appreciate some feedback!