Always There (sequel to That Night)

You got served

*** I really wanted to do this idea for a while. I hope it's good enough for you. If not. Oh well.:) Anyways here it is!***

Chapter 4:

Charlotte'a POV:

Ding-dong!

The doorbell jolts me out of my dream, which consists of some beach and a dolphin. I don't really know.

Ding-dong!

Ugh! Nobody else is getting it so I decide to see who it is. I trudge downstairs and open the door. Some pizza delivery guy is there

"Uh ... Hi?" I say. I mean like what the heck! It's like ten am!

"Is a Harry Styles here?" He asks

"Uh ... Yeah. Harry! Pizza!" I shout. I hear him get up and come down, he rubs his eyes and looks at the guy

"Hi?" Harry sounds confused.

"Did Niall order pizza?" He asks me. I shrug.

"He asked for you." I say. The guys looks at us and opens the pizza box. Except there wasn't pizza. It was a piece of paper.

"Harry Styles. You've just been served." He hands Harry the paper an leaves. Harry reads over the paper, and looks at me. Sadness fills his features.

"H-Harry? W-What's wrong?" I ask my voice is cracking.

"N-nothing, Little one, I-I just need to talk to the lads. D-don't worry." With that he runs upstairs. Leaving me wondering what the fuck that was about.

Harry's POV:

"Harry Styles. You've just been served." The guy leaves. I read the paper.

Ron Bengston vs. Harry Styles

Who is Ron Bengston. Bengston? Oh my fucking god! That's Charlottes old last name! That means ... This is most likely her ...

"Harry? What's wrong?" She asks. I can't handle this! It's too much! I tell her not to worry and wake up all the boys. I explain what happened.

"So you think this is her dad?" Louis asks. I nod.

"It's the same last name. And who else would be doing this?" Liam stands up and begins pacing around the room.

"Lads, y-you know w-what this c-could m- mean?" Niall asks quietly.

"What, Nialler?" Zayn asks

"If we lose we could lose her. Then she would be with her dad again." What Niall says makes a lot of sense. We all process this for a minuet. Until we hear a knock at my door. I open it to find a very sad looking Charlotte.

"It's my d-dad. Isn't it?" She asks. She is trying so hard not to cry. It doesn't help you can hear the lads sniffling.

"Why would you say that, little one?" I ask her.

"B-because. He told me he would do this. I just didn't believe it." She chokes out. Tears leak out of her eyes and run down her face. Zayn puts a reassuring arm around her.

"What do you mean he told you?" Confusion in his voice. That's okay because I am really confused to.

"I-I'll be right back." She scurried out of the room. She returned twenty seconds later with a wrinkled and folded envelope. She held it out to me. When she held it out you could see her hand shaking.

"Open it up." She instructed. I did as I was told and read it out loud.

"Dear, baby girl." I started