daddy issues

2; first day.

My father had driven me to school. He'd promised to pick me up after and take me shopping and then for dinner.

School was, interesting. I met a boy, he was called Niall. He was Irish. I met him on the way to find the office and he had been my tour guide all day.

"You sure you don't want me to wait until your dad comes?" He asked.

"No thanks, Niall. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," he hugged me and went and caught up with his friends.

After an hour of waiting on my father I decided to call him. I called three times but he never answered. I dialled Mr. Styles' number and he answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" His raspy voice said down the phone.

"Uh, hi. It's Bethany, Are you with my father?" I asked.

"No? I think he's at my office working," he said.

"He was supposed to pick me up from school, an hour ago, and we were to get dinner," I sighed.

"I'll pick you up?" He asked.

"No, Mr. Styles, I'll get a taxi," I argued.

"No you won't," he said, "I'm already on my way, I'll be ten minutes."

Sure enough, ten minutes later a black Range Rover showed up at the school.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles." I said, climbing in.

"It's Harry," he smiled.

"Thank you, Harry," I smiled back.

"So about that dinner. I'm not your father but I know some pretty good restaurants?" He offered.

"I'd love that," I grinned.

We went to a very fancy restaurant and I ordered some pasta.

"So, Bethany, how was school?" He asked.

"It was okay. I met a boy, he showed me about," I said.

"A boy called...?" He trailed.

"Niall, Niall Horan."

"You need to stay away from the Horans," he warned.

"Why?" I asked.

"Take my word for this, Bethany. Stay away," his expression changed.

"O-okay," I stuttered.

His expression was always serious, but I hadn't seen him this serious in the short time is known him. I had to know what was his deal with the Horans. I was too nosey not to find out.

"I'll go pay," he said getting up and leaving me alone.

He came back shortly after and we went back to his car.

"I'm sorry if I upset you," I said to Harry.

"You didn't- it's okay," he said, not looking at me once.

The car journey home was awkward because none of us said a word.

When we got back my father was in the hallway, I assumed waiting for Harry.

"Beth, may I talk to you?" He said to me, "alone."

I nodded and thanked Harry.

We went into my fathers office and he sat down in his seat.

"What do you want?" I growled.

"I'm sorry for not picking you up."

"But are you even sorry? I had to wait for one hour before I called Mr. Styles, one hour, dad," I said trying to hold back tears.

My father had hurt me lots in the past, but I still tried to see the good in him. I was an idiot.

"Bethany, I'm trying really hard here," he sighed, "it's been hard since your mother left."

"No dad, she left six years ago, and you drove her away!" I yelled.

"I don't think this is working. We should move back home," he said getting off his seat and pacing about.

"You think that LA is the problem?" I laughed, "don't you see it, it's you, you're the problem."

Before he said anything I left the room. I went up the three flights of stairs to get to my bedroom.

I started crying. I went over to my balcony and opened the door. The night air was warm, I wasn't used to it.

I finally let the tears fall.

"Bethany ?" I heard a voice and looked to my left.

"Harry?" I asked, confused.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"No," I cried some more.

I didn't want to look weak for crying, but I couldn't help it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"Not really," I sniffled.

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked.

I nodded and within a minute he was on my balcony with me.

He stood in front of me and looked into my eyes. He brought his hands up to my face to cup my cheeks. He then wiped my tears with his thumbs and kissed me on the forehead. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

"It's late, you should get some sleep," he said as his hands moved back to cup my cheeks.

We walked into my room and Harry locked the balcony door. I went and put a large tee shirt on to sleep in and went I went back Harry was still there.

I climbed into bed and he walked towards the door.

"Wait," I whispered.

He turned around but never said anything.

"Will you stay with me for a while?" I asked.

He smiled, "of course."

He climbed in beside me and put his left arm around my shoulder.

"Goodnight Mr. Styles," I yawned.

"Goodnight, kitten."

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