"Hey sweetheart." I sigh and walk up to him, taking into account his angry face.
"Hey dad..." I awkwardly ignore the nickname he called me and sit on the couch. I wonder what my punishments going to be...
"I'm not going to give you a long talk about drinking or doing bad things because I did much worse during my high school..."
Wow. Not so bad so far.
"But I don't want you doing it again. I think you learned your lesson, right?" I nod, feeling the pressure on my chest lift.
"Sorry." I squeak, trying to sound sincere. Honestly, I wasn't sorry. I wasn't doing so hot last night and I'm glad that the alcohol was there.
Maybe my dad should've given me a stern talking to...
"Dont do it again. Also, I'd want to stay clear of Moms way for a bit. She isn't as understanding about all this..." I nod weakly and stand back up, waltzing to the kitchen.
My hands grab two water bottles for the fridge - one for now and the other to store in my room for when I needed it - and I instantly drink about half of one.
"That boy you were with...did he have anything to do with you drinking?" He asks, a skeptical look plastered on his face.
I shake my head and laugh dryly. "He's the reason I stopped." my dad looks at me with a slightly confused look, and then a wave of realization floods over him.
"You like this boy?" Instinct comes in an instant as I shake my head violently. I was very uncomfortable talking to my dad about these things, and I surely wasn't going to start now when I myself don't even know how I feel about him.
My dad looks surprised and even more confused when I shake my head, but he drops it to my relief.
"I have to get to work, I was waiting for you to wake up. I'll see you later pumpkin." He walks over and gives me a side hug that felt distant and then leaves.
I sigh as I hear the door lock and fall onto the couch. Nothing from last night made sense and I was still trying to remember half of it, but right now, my mind was asking one question on repeat.
Did I like harry? Do I like Harry? I like Harry...?
No. I'm attracted to Harry...theres a difference. Wait, was I attracted to him? I haven't even thought that far ahead into "us."
Visions of him flood my mind along with every bittersweet memory I have of us and then my mind gives it to me straight.
I like Harry. I confirm it to my head even though I knew that I've liked him since the first time he called me sweetheart...
The truth of the matter was that I was just afraid of admitting it to myself because I know that he will never feel the same way about me. He despises me, no matter how much he acts caring and calm towards me; he hates me.
But now that I accept the fact that I am indeed infatuated with Harry Styles, my head can't stop replaying the things that we've done together and the way he cared for my hand when I cut it and when my feet were laying in his lap...
All of the memories I had with him were constant in my head and I was thinking about all of them all at once. the cafe, the first day, our exact schedules, our fights,when he drove me home...everything seemed to mean so much more to me now.
I only wondered if he ever even considered liking me.
He sat down with me and talked to me - really talked - and he listened to my stories and he seemed to understand them, and that made me feel like he truly cared for me. But then i think of the times when he yelled at me and was distant and hated me and then my thoughts turn negative again.
I don't know how I was going to play the part of his girlfriend at school. How was he going to act like my boyfriend? Would he change? Hold my hand? Give me hugs in between classes?
Or would he be the same harry just titled as my boyfriend...
Whatever the answer was, I was dying to get to school to see, but then again I was dreading the constant interviews people gave me about dating him. I swear nobody had secrets at Thats school...
With my thoughts spinning in my head, I grab my phone and text Harry.
*sorry about last night, I'm such an idiot.* My thumb hovers over the send button and then impulsively taps it.
My fingers hit the power button as I wait for his reply which comes quicker than I expected. *Yeah you are. I'm not going to lie and say its okay, don't do it again.*
Ouch. well that wasn't what I was hoping for. but then again, what the hell was I expecting?
My heart leaps out of my chest when my phone vibrates loudly. my eyes scan the screen followed by a joy feeling in my gut when I realize that Harry was calling me.
I pick it up clumsily and keep repeating the fact that I liked him in my head as I hear his voice.
"Hey Sweetheart."
Before knowing what I was saying, my mouth rambled.
"Sorry, I won't do it again." I promise, whispering into the phone.
I hear him sigh deeply which is followed by a moment of silence. "Can I come over?" He asks, his voice full of emotions I wasn't sure of.
"I don't know if nows a good time..." I say uneasily. "My mom is missing and I have no idea where she may be or when she might come home and I'm sure seeing you here will make my prison sentence even worse."
Even though my dad was amazingly understanding in all of this, I knew that as soon as I saw my mom, all hell was going to break loose. I wasn't going to get out of this one without strings attached.
"Well then you come over here." he suggests lightly. My stomach does a flip as I contemplate it.
How will I react to Harry now that I know I like him? Will I be stupid and flirty? What if he finds out?
"I-I don't know if that's a good idea...for right now." I add the last part to assure, more to myself then him, that there's a future chance of meeting up at his house. Hell, I was there last night.
A part of me yearns for him to beg me to come over and make me give, actually it was all of me not just a small part, so I am disappointed when he simply says "okay. Whenever you want to."
"It's just weird right now. Why do you want me to come over?" A now stupid part of me wants him to say that he wanted to see me or check on my hand...or admit his nonexistent love for me...
"I don't know, just to hang out." eh, not as bad as it could've gone.
Harry and I talk on the phone for another hour about mindless things until a slamming of the door makes me and my dad jump.
"Hey, I umm...i gotta call you back." I quickly hang up before giving him time to respond and look to my dad.
Oh boy, here it goes.
