Unexpected- A Harry Styles FanFiction

Chapter 1:

Oh no. I scrub faster as I hear the door squeak open. Dad's home. I can hear his boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches the bathroom.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" His voice booms against the walls of the small room. He's already drunk. Of course.

"This place is a mess! Why the hell aren't you done?!" He yells and knocks the tissue box off the cabinet. I bring myself off my knees to try to explain myself.

"I had to stay after school for a little bit. I needed help with science." I tell him in a quiet tone hoping he will understand, but I known he won't.

"No kid of mine should need help on homework! Dumbass." He yells and I feel the sting of his rough hands across my cheek. I hold my tears in because if I cry, it'll piss him off more.

"I expect this place to be spotless in an hour! Quit slacking." He shouts at me already walking away and down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Beth!" He yells for my mom.

"I'm fucking starving! Where's supper?!"

"It should be done in about 15 minutes," my mom replies meekly as I peek around the corner. Dad's getting closer and closer to mom with anger in his eyes.

"Why can't anything be done right around here?!" Dad yells as he shoves moms back into the counter. By now, I can feel the tears running down my face. Dad has had some pretty bad days, but not like this. He's coming back this way so I go back to scrubbing. He walks passed the bathroom and into his bedroom. All I can hear is cussing and slamming of drawers. What's he doing?

"Im done with all this shit! I could do so much better than you two. I'm fucking leaving." He can't be serious. When he walks out of his bedroom with bags full of his stuff, I know that he is. He sets his bags down and walks towards me. I try to hide the fear, but there's no way right now.

"You are fucking pathetic." He tells me and I feel the sting again. He grabs his bags and heads towards the door. Ive followed into the living room where mom is standing with tears rolling down her face.

"Good luck finding anyone who will ever love two pathetic fuck-ups like you guys!" Dad shouts and slams the door behind him. He's said some pretty hurtful stuff but nothing like that. Mom and I stand in silence. I can't think of anything else to do but throw my rag down and run. I can hear my mom yelling for me but I don't turn around. She knows where I'm going. I ran out the front door and the three blocks down the street then around the corner. I run into his backyard hoping he's there. I knew he would be. I make my way into the fort we built in his trees and can right away see the worry in his eyes.

"What the hell?" He says pulling me into his arms, but I don't speak. I can't.

After calming down just a little bit, I pull my head of off Harry's chest. His shirt is soaked. He wipes the tears from my eyes as I explain what just happened. By the time I'm done, I'm bawling again. He pulls me back into his embrace.

Harry's been my best friend since I was in the second grade. He was a third grader and had just moved from the UK. We automatically clicked the day we met. He's always been there for me. I don't know what I'd do without him. We built the fort when I was in the fourth grade. It's been our sacred place ever since.

I again lift my head to meet Harry's eyes.

"Its gunna be okay." He tells me but I shake my head wondering how he can say that when my entire World just came crashing down. He glances at my cheek.

"He hit you again?" He asks.

"I didnt know it was noticeable." I say shyly.

"You mouth is bleeding. He hit you hard."

I guess I've been too distracted to notice.

"Let's go get you cleaned up. " he stands up and reaches for my hand. That day, in the eighth grade, was just the beginning of my fucked up story.