His Smile (harry styles)

chapter 2

my story starts on the day i turned 18.

mom: wake up, honey.

she lightly shakes me.

me: what do you want, mom?

i said, still half asleep, and not caring that i sounded totally rude.

mom: happy birthday, dylan. i made you some breakfast. it's your favorite.

my mom always makes me the same meal every birthday; eggs, bacon, grits, and sausage.

mom: i even went to starbucks and got you some coffee.

i sat up. she went downstairs, but came back up very quickly, and there it was. the coffee, eggs, bacon, grits, sausage, and a box very neatly wrapped with a bow on top.

she told me to wait until i was done eating to open the box. i did as my mother told me. i finished my breakfast trying to figure out what was in the box. i eagerly ripped into the box. a piece of paper was waiting for me at the bottom underneath all the tissue paper.

on the paper it read:
"backstage passes.
you have now been admitted to meet the band:
ONE DIRECTION."

i have never even liked that band, but it was all the rage at my school. i understood that my mom must have paid a lot of money for this, so i thanked her and pretended to be happy.

*a week before the concert*

i slammed my locker shut.

lexi: you should at least be happy. millions of girls would kill to meet them, talk to them, take pictures with them, and have a chance to win them over. with your looks.. you're gonna have them hooked.

i have been told i am very beautiful on multiple occasions, but like every girl.. i don't see it.

me: i have an extra ticket. you know, if you want to come.

lexi: are you kidding me? i would love to come.

me: it's a date.

i rushed out of the school. only to find that my car was getting towed. i ran to the man, and begged him to let my car down. he refused. i tried to slip him some cash, but he didn't budge.

i called my mom. she rushed to the school. her and the man seemed like they were having the time of their lives talking to each other. i don't know how she did it, but they let my car down.

me: how'd you do it?

mom: his name is travis, and we graduated high school together. i have seen him in ages.

me: did he know dad?

mom: honey, i told you never to speak of your father ever. now get in your car, and go home.

i have never met my father, but my mom seems to be terrified of him. every time someone brings him up.. there is fear in her eyes, and her voice gets shaky.

i obeyed my mother once again. i got in my car and went home.

every day on my birthday, a blocked number calls me.

*ring, ring*

me: hello?

them: ---

me: hello?

all i hear is breathing. it sounds like a man.

me: is anyone there?

man: dylan?

the voice set off a hundred ringing bells in my head.

man: dylan, this is your father.

my mom walked in the room, and i quickly hung up. i was speechless.

my mom sat on my bed. she had envelopes in her hand.

mom: before your father left, he told me to give you these once you turned 18. i refused, but ever since you brought your dad up today.. i feel like you should give him a chance.

i took the letters, and she left the room.

i opened a letter that was marked january 5, 1992

"dear dylan,

i write this to you, as i sit in the waiting room. i am so excited to meet you. your mother does not know i'm here. i had to sneak in past security. she told them not to let me in.

i bet you are wondering what happened between me and your mother. dylan, let me tell you. there are great evils in this world, and they won't stop until everything falls apart for the innocent. i have managed to keep you and your mother safe, and i will eventually tell you what happened, but today is a good day.

it's your birthday. i am standing in nurse clothes, staring into the glass room that hold you and many others just like you.

i bet your mother never told you.

dylan, you're deaf. you started loosing your hearing at age 2. your mother took you into surgery to get you "fixed" as she called it. i told her, "she doesn't need to be fixed. she's perfect how she is," but, honey, your mother is ruthless. she said, "no child of mine is going to be disabled," so she pulled you into the hospital and demanded for a cochlear implant.

you eventually recovered, and you could hear.

as a wise, wise man once said, "hope is an anchor for the soul." ~hebrews 6:19

never lose hope, dylan.

love,
your father."

i read this over and over again. rage is filling me. i'm crying, i'm screaming.

my mother walks in.

me: you, you bitch!

mom: don't talk to me like that, dylan! i am your mother!

me: you are no mother to me.

mom: what was in that letter?

me: just the truth about you.

mom: tell me what your father said!

me: he told me about how you didn't want me if i was deaf. he told me you drug me to the hospital to get a fucking thing stuck in my head. he told me how you wanted to "fix" me because, you didn't want a daughter with a disability!

mom: honey, i did it for you.

i slapped my mom. she got up and walked out of the room.

i grabbed the letters, packed my bad, got in my car, and left. i never wanted to see her again. i didn't know where i was going, but i'm never turning back.

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well, i hope you liked it, and there is so much more where that came from. working on the next chapter now. love you all!

~olivia