Deep Dive (L.s AU)✔

Chapter 14 Its Wrong

A/n: surprise. Here's why Harry's father is an asshole...

**trigger warning **
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Harry's Pov

Louis was all that consumed my mind as we parted ways. Me to my home and his to his flat in opposite directions. Both were short distances away, I realized and really, I wished I would've went with Louis.

Because walking up to my door without him, made me feel very fearful.

It was well passed my curfew; almost midnight to be exact, and my father was definitely home, his car sitting cold in the driveway.

My hand shook as I gripped the door knob, twisting it to find out it was already unlocked. My heart sunk to my toes because it meant my father was awake.

Usually, he got home around midnight. I was surprised he got home before me. My curfew, however, was nine.

Swallowing my fears and nerves, I walked into the dark house that never really truly felt like home. I didn't look away from the dark interior as I shut out the light I had and locked the door behind me slowly. I knew he was up and would be waiting for me.

So I didn't move. I sat back against the door, my escape right there and a few minutes away but my fear kept me planted.

My fears were confirmed. A light flickered on in the living room, just around the corner from I stood, planted, my heart racing. This felt different. My father was beyond angry. I could feel it, the heavy, thick, tension in the air but I sat and waited for him to acknowledge me.

And he did. "Where have you been, Harry?"

His voice sounded deathly calm and I faltered, closing my eyes to take a deep breath before I took the few steps around the corner to see my father in the loveseat with a book in hand and a tight face.

"I'm sorry father. I was with Lottie and-" I started in a quiet voice but he cut me off.

"Don't lie to me, son."

The words made me freeze. He did not look at me which only made it worse. My heart was sinking to my feet now because it was one of the rules he had.

Don't hang out with anyone else but Lottie.

"Who were you with?" My father asked calmly and I cursed myself mentally right then and there because I could do nothing but tell the truth but the truth would only make him angrier.

"Just some friends," I mumbled, shuffling on my feet. A tense moment passed and finally, my father put down his book and looked up at me with hard eyes and a set face.

"'Friends'?" He questioned. "What have I told you about going out with anyone else but Lottie?"

Fear struck inside of me but an ounce of confidence hit me in my core. I took what Lottie told me before into consideration.

"Father, I was with Lottie and they're our friends. Why can't I have any other friends?" I questioned carefully.

My father stood, making me tense up. "Because, you are not allowed to have any other friends but Lottie. Those are the rules."

"But-" I started.

He stopped me. "Especially if they're just mindless boys. What have I told you before?"

I looked down at the ground and didn't say anything. This is how it has been with him. Every time.

When I was younger, I knew I was different. Even before I grew a tail. I've seen many other boys looking at girls and girls doing the same with boys of the same age, but I had found myself attracted to boys than girls. I knew I was more feminine because I loved painting my nails or growing out my hair or even trying a bit of make up from time to time.