I FELL FOR YOU 2

Chapter 16 - This Is Not Happenig

Cathy's P.O.V

"So, Harry is it?" My Dad asks. Harry only nods. Its like he doesn't have the words to say anything and if that happens Pops is gonna take advantage of him.

"Y-yes S-sir," Harry stuttered.

"What are you intentions with my daughter?" I face palmed. This is not happening. Might as well bring your girlfriend dad and let me ask her the same thing.
"What did you say Cathy?" My dad questions me.

"You didn't hear me?!?" I said.

"I think I heard you wrong." How can he be so calm about this.

"I said why don't you bring your girlfriend and let me ask her the same thing!"

"Umm...I'm sorry, but you have no right to question my relationship!" He yelled at me.

"Well, Apperantly I cant but you do?!?"

"Yes because I'm your father!"

"So! Mom wouldn't do this!" I screamed.

"Because she's dead!" He screamed back.

Everyone froze. Sis he really just do that?!? Yes he did. Oh shut up you little bitch in my head.

"I HATE YOU!" I scream.

"Cathy you don't mean that." He said.

"Yes, James. Yes I do." I say.

"Harry," he looks up from where he was fiddling with his fingers.

"You should go." I tell him.

He nods and gets up. "Have a good night." He says and extends his hand so my so called 'father' can shake it. When he doesn't Tony shakes it. "You have a good night too, Harry." He says and glares at my 'dad'.

I follow harry outside and we walk to his car. "I'm sorry." I tell him.

"No, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here in the first place." He says holding my hands in his. Is he.....crying?

"What do you mean? You came here to support me. He should be the one saying sorry in the first place. He had no reason to attack you like that." I say while catching one of his tears on my thumb.

He kisses me on the cheek. What the fuck is happening?!?

"Cathy, if your dad thinks I'm a bad influence on you then..." He trails off. I swear, if he breaks up with me, my dad won't see another woman or man in his life. "We should break up." He says. Tears threaten to fall and I blink fast but its no use they fell any way.

"Oh, c'mon Harry. You can't be serious. It's been about what...like six months sence we've been going out. We can work it out. He's just overprotective that's all. Don't let this little incident in the way of us being together." I say. He puts on the straightest face I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry." He says and kisses me one last time. The kiss was soft but salty as our tears went to our lips. Our kiss lasted about 3 minutes.

"See you at school tomorrow?" He asks before getting in to his car. All I could do is nod my head no trusting my voice. "We can still be friend right?" He asks.

"Yea." I choke out.

"You know...if you really loved me.,..you would've gotten in there and fought for me." I say.

He looks away, "Then I guess this was never love." And with that he got in the car and left.

I walked back inside and straight into my room willing away my tears. I got my backpack and stuffed some clothes in there for at least 3 days. I grabbed my phone, chargers and- well, basically everything electronic. I walked of my room and headed down stairs to be stopped at the front door.

"Where are you going?" Asked Tony.

"No where. I'll be back soon." I kissed him on the cheek not bothering to go say bye to my so called "father".

"Be careful okay?" He asked. I nodded.

I walked out the door.
Where to go, where to go? I asked myself while rubbing my chin.

I walk till I get to my destination and knock on the door. I wait for a few seconds and right when I was about to ring the door bell the door opens.

"How much was that?" He asks counting the money in his hands.

"Not much. Just about 200 dollars." I joke.

"The guy on the phone said-" he stopped when he realized it was me.

"Um...hi, Cathy?" He says scratching the back of his head.

"Hello, Mr. Malik. Is Zayn here?" I ask.

"He'll be here in about 5 minutes, I sent him to the store to buy-" he stopps himself. "Nevermind. He'll be here soon. Welcome to my humble home." He gestures me to go inside. "Come sit down on the couch or you can go up to his room."

"May I go up to his room?" I ask.

"If you'd like."

"Thanks. Nice seeing you again." I tell him.

"You too Cathy."

I walk up the stairs and then I look to the left. >8 ) He went in there when he was pissed and told me if I ever got pissed I can go in his art room. I'm pissed so...don't mined if I do.

I walk to the left and stood in front of this door with creative things that can get your mind rid of the bad and horrible things in life. Things that give you light when you're in the dark. Things that make you feel like you're in you're own little world which is just you and no one else.

I turned the knob and walked in. While setting my bag down I looked around the room. There's more spray painting on the wall and there's red, yellow and black paint on a canvas covered by a white cloth. Just as I was about to uncover it someone bursts through the door.

That someone, people, was non other than a red faced Zayn Malik.

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