Daddy's Little Girl H.S (Republished)

Chapter Six: New Dawn, New Day

(Y/N pov)

The sound of a door closes jolting me out of my sleep. After Harry and I's big fight I didn't have the guts to face him. A part of me felt like he was right. Maybe I was being ungrateful.

The way he shut me down about my parents...

Was I really that bad? I didn't know why I acted the way I do.

I rubbed my face to get rid of the sleepy feeling and counted to three readying myself to talk to him.

As I crept down the long hallway I could hear his shower running from the master bedroom. He didn't come home after all...

I walked into the kitchen trying to figure out what I could cook for him. Maybe he and I could sit down and talk about our outbursts. We needed to know there that negative energy was coming from. We had a problem.

The pans and pots sizzled while I made some batter for mini blueberry pancakes. Harry still hasn't come down so I knew he was trying to get himself together. Today was Sunday and we were supposed to go to church but we're here at home.

And we needed to be here.

The food was finally cooked and I grabbed two glasses pouring orange juice and made him a pot of coffee.

The sounds of his footsteps approached around the corner making me freeze. I could feel the anxiety and worry washing over me as I plated his food.

" Good morning." His voice sounded raspy.

I turned around looking at him and took notice of his changed appearance. He had bags under his lashes and his eyes were red.

" Good morning." I replied audibly.

He took a deep breath and walked to the table sitting down. I watched as he folded his arms over the dining table cloth biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

" I made you some breakfast. I hope you're hungry." I laughed nervously.

" Yeah. I could eat..."

" Well, I um...I made some blueberry pancakes, eggs, and bacon. There's some toast and I also made you a hot pot of coffee." I said giving him a cup of syrup.

" Thank you baby." He mumbles quietly getting up from his seat to get a coffee mug.

As I watched him pour the liquid I kept thinking of last night-

" You and I need to have a talk about what happened yesterday. We need to find out this anger we're channeling. We need to find out where it's coming from. Sit down." Harry takes a spot beside of me and sips his coffee before turning his attention to me.

" I don't want you to feel like I'm trapping you. I give you your freedom but, I don't want to keep hearing you complain about it just so you can abuse it." Harry takes a bite of his pancake.

" You're right. I am a hard head. I don't listen. I give you trouble and I know it was a hard thing to do taking me away from my troubled childhood. B-But I'm still grateful for it." I drank some orange juice to moisten my dry mouth.

" No. It's just that, it's hard to not worry about you. Which is why I'm so hard on you. And when you bring up my past relationships or my job- even manipulating me about it...that pisses me off Y/N."