sorry // justin bieber

57.- hot chocolate

Halley

Farrah: u okay?

Farrah: you never called me

Farrah: i was giving you space but i'm a bit worried

Me: i'm okay, don't worry

Farrah: can you tell me what happened?

Me: i was being a brat, ignore it

Farrah: you've been acting like one for a while, what's wrong?

Me: nothing is wrong, stop asking me that

Farrah: i know you don't like it when i ask too many questions

Me: then stop asking

I'm so stressed about talking to Farrah that I just leave it there and block my phone, tossing it in my bag and closing it after that.

I turn the key on the lock, entering to my house, expecting it to be empty as always. Instead, I find a tall silhouette standing in the middle of the living room.

"Dad?" I ask excited, my face instantly lighting up.

I run across the hall and living room to hang to his neck. I feel his arms around my back as we both cry internally.

"Hello, princess" he says.

"What are you doing here?!" I question with a wide smile on my face.

"I didn't want to say anything" he shrugs, "Wanted it to be a surprise".

"Where's mom? Does she know you're here?" I ask.

"She's at the hospital, think she's having an emergency" he waves his hand as if it's nothing, "she said she'd be here as soon as possible".

"When did you get here? Did you get a taxi?"

"Honey, too many questions" he laughs, "tell me about you, how are you?" he places both hands on my shoulders and looks at my face in detail. I smile.

"I'm fine, a lot has been going on" I simply say.

"Why don't we go and you talk to me over hot chocolate?" he smiles.

"Sure, dad" I nod.

***

"Artie!" the cashier greets my dad when we walk in, "How are you, man? When did you get here?"

"I'm fine, Sol, thank you" my dad replies, "How are you? How is Lou?"

"Lou is fine, complaining as always" the three of us laugh, "Just the other day I saw Halley over here", I smile awkwardly since I wanted to be the one who told my father about it. Sol seems to catch up on it and stops before he can add any detail on my company.

"Well, she loves this place" my dad agrees.

"I won't take you any more of your time, take a seat where you like", the grey-haired man walks away from us after giving us a warm smile.

"I'd like to sit next to Saturn" my dad looks at me, "what do you say?"

"Saturn is fine by me" I grin.

We take a sit close to the leather booth Justin and I sat just the other day.

"So, what's up, kiddo?" he asks looking at me.

"I uh..." I raise my brows nervously, finding the right words to tell him my story. "I met a boy..." I say cautiously.

"Ooh, a boy" my dad repeats. "Tell me about him, is he your boyfriend? Are you dating him?"

I roll my eyes. "He's my friend" I tell him, "his name is Justin... Bieber".

"What?" he asks confused.

"I met Justin Bieber" I let out with a shaky voice. My dad seems to have a million thoughts going around his head right now.

"How?" He looks so surprised yet amused.

"Twitter" I answer, "the many blessings of social media"

"What?! That's amazing!" He looks completely thrilled. "What's he like? Have you met him yet? Like, in person and all?"

"Yes" I chuckle, "he is wonderful, he has this sweet way of looking at you while you talk to him as if you were the most delicate thing in the world" I tell him, "and when I talk to him I feel like I'm talking to an old friend, you know? It's amazing, I feel like he actually listens and thinks about what I tell him" I say taking a deep breath, "but most of all, I feel like he's let me see him as he truly is" I shrug, "he's told me stuff about him and... I feel like I can trust him"

While I was talking, Mere brought our drinks to the table and as I finished, my dad was sipping his hot chocolate looking at me with hopeful dreamy eyes.

"I'm happy" he said at last. "Happy that you found someone that makes you feel like that".

"He's just a friend, dad" I roll my eyes at him.

"A friend that makes you talk like an idiot, that's what he is" he says with a smirk.