Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Nine

Jaycee’s Point of View:

“We need to talk.”

Something in the way he said that made my heart drop into my stomach. Had I done something wrong? Has he found out about my lie? All of these ideas were running through my mind and frankly, I didn’t know which one could be true. My father was quite unpredictable which stabbed at my nerves even more than before. Taking a careful step forward, I slowly took my jacket off and hung it on my arm. My eyes shifted over to my mother who wore a bit of a grimaced expression, almost as if she were ashamed. Her head bowed down and she couldn’t look at me; not the way I could look at her. For a moment, I tossed all of these ideas around in my mind, just trying to determine why she acting so differently.

“Come into the dining room with me please.” My father tried to keep his voice at a calm setting, but just something about that made me know that he was trying really hard to keep his calm. I followed him though, making sure my steps were careful. Once we got into the room, I took a seat and folded my hands on our finely topped table. When we were settled down, my dad studied me carefully. He looked at my features in a way as if he were searching for something specific. “Dad?” Finally, I uttered.

“How was your date with Harry?”

“It wasn’t a – “Sighing, I bit my lip. I didn’t want to get into that right now because it was clear that he had other important things on his mind. Upsetting him right now would just be stupid. “It was fine.” Was all I said, quietly. He made things so obviously awkward and I honestly just didn’t know what to do at this point.

“Where did he take you?”

“The park,” Hastily, I told him. I was really having a hard time understanding as to why it was important for him to know this. The way he asked me these things though; it wasn’t in the usual way he questioned me. Was something wrong? I didn’t know. “And then he took me to Amorellio’s.”

Watching observingly, I noticed my dad nod his head slowly. His aged knuckles rubbed against his rough chin and he wore such a stern, scary look on his face. “And that’s all? You didn’t go anywhere else?”

Swiftly, I shook my head. It bothered me the way he asked that, in such an ignorant and arrogant way. “Oh, I see.”

Remaining quiet, my hazel eyes shifted around the dining room, almost running through every bit of artifact hanging on the walls. Most of it was ancient Italian ‘sacred’ art, as my mother would like to call it. In my opinion, it was all just tedious paintings of random women and men who apparently, served some ‘significance’ in Milano (where my family is from) we do have some pictures that I’m fond of and majority of them are the ones with distinctive cursive engraving. My personal favorite it the one that reads “Che sarà sarà.”Which in translation means: What is to be, will be. It’s a simple little quote and yet, I feel like it plays such significance.

At the sound of him clearing his voice, I jumped a little startled. “How much do you think you know about this boy?” he asked me, almost trivial. I felt as if I was under examination again and I could feel my fingers slightly tapping on the tops of our table. To be honest, I didn’t know how to answer that. I didn’t really know anything about Harry other than the fact that he was so secretive. I didn’t even know his age…

With a bit of a humiliated shrug, my eyes looked away. “Well then…”

“Do you like him?”

Now, my eyes shot a look back at him and the creases in my eyebrows were so distinctive, so positive. I wanted to protest against him, but I suppose that would be jumping to some sort of conclusion. “Yes, I guess. I mean – he’s a good friend.”