Paul's Daughter (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Two - Changes

The stillness of the morning was broken by my fathers angry growl.

"Honey? Where is the phone?" He sounded urgent and disgruntled.

I rolled over, still not wanting to get out of bed.

"Table!" My step mom, Clodaugh, called back, voice ringing through the house.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position, grabbing my phone off of the receiver, holding my breath.

"Hello?" The man spoke, his voice raspy with sleep. I could tell it was Harry.

"Harry. Have you seen the Internet tabloids?" My father seemed distressed.

Usually my dad was calm and level headed. Something must have really gone bad to make him so upset.

"No, why?"

"Well, that handprint you have on your cheek is everywhere. I don't know what you did to deserve that slap, but the girl who did it sure got you good."

My eyes widened. I didn't realize I'd hit him that hard. I tried to hold back a gasp.

"Don't worry about it Paul. Just a girl I'm chasing. She's quite lovely, and feisty, just how I like them."

He sounded so cocky.

"Be careful Harry, you don't want bad attention."

"I know."

I hung up quickly. I really should call Will. I promised him I'd Skype him when I got home last night if I didn't see him at the party.

I pressed the talk button once more.

"Hell-oh. Sorry daddy, I need to call Will." I swallowed hard. Maybe Harry would get the idea that I'm serious about my boyfriend and would leave me alone.

"Okay Lea. You can use the phone in a few minutes."

"Thank-you," I murmured, pretending to hang up.

"Sorry, Harry. Looks like my kid needs the phone. Come see me soon, you can meet the rest of my family and have dinner with us."

"That sounds lovely, thanks Paul. I'll talk to you soon." Harry laughed, he sounded way too overjoyed with the invitation.

"Goodbye Harry."

"Talk to you soon, Paul."

***

"Just why didn't you Skype me? Who were you with?" Will was angry with me for not going on Skype with him last night. He'd been grumbling and going on about it for the entirety of our conversation.

He was the jealous type. Not that it's not endearing at times, he just sometimes got overbearing.

"I told you. I left the party and fell asleep as soon as I came home. Don't you trust me?"

He sighed on the other end of the phone.

"It's not you that I don't trust, it's everyone else. You're a fragile, naïve young woman. It would be easy for someone to trick you."

Is he serious right now? I don't need anyone to protect me! I think I've made that incredibly clear.

"Is that what you really think of me Will?" I clenched my teeth together, desperately trying not to raise my voice.

"It's not exactly a secret."

"I think we need to meet somewhere and talk about this in person. Come over here, nobody is home."

"Fine. I'll be there in five." He then proceeded to hang up without so much as a 'bye'.

I slammed the phone down on the charger. Who the hell did he think he is? Where did he get the nerve? How did he get off?