The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 27

"Carter!" I hear my dad call my name.

I throw myself off of Harry's lap and stand up. Did he see anything? Or hear anything? We weren't exactly the quietest.

"W-we're up here dad." I stutter.

"Oh." I hear his feet against the wooden stairs.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat."

"Sure." I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't hear anything.

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The customers retreat in and out of the diner, most being middle aged farmers like my dad.

"So you're from England?" My dad asks for the third time, humor in his voice. My dad was one of the sweetest men you'd ever meet but he had no problem with teasing me and anyone I was ever associated with.

"Yeah." Harry answers, his hand placed on my thigh.

"What's it like over there?" He questions.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom." I state before Harry can describe his hometown.

I get out of my seat and make my way to the bathroom.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I am left alone with Carter's dad. He's not bad but it's just really awkward.

I pretend as if I had forgotten his questioning about my hometown, staying silent.

"I know what you two were doing this morning, you know?" He leans over the table a little more, his voice becoming lower so no one else could hear him.

My stomach turns. What the fuck am I supposed to say?

"Is she still a virgin?" He asks me. I silently hope he's not one of those overprotective dads that flip shit when I fuck their daughters. I've dealt with that before. But it's different this time. I actually care about Carter. I actually love Carter.

"N-no." I keep my eyes focused on the patterned grain of the wood on the table.

He sinks back in his seat and I look up at him.

"You'd never hurt her, would you?" His face is blank. I can't read the expression. If he's pissed, I'm truly fucked. I can't ruin Carter's relationship with her dad too. I know she's close to him.

"No. She means the world to me."

He smiles a little. "If you ever do, I have a shotgun in the house and I know how to use it."

I try my best to laugh even though I know he's not fully joking. I thank Jesus when Carter comes back from the bathroom. What the hell was she doing in there? I mean she wasn't in there that long in reality, but still it felt like forever.

She takes her seat next to me and I pull her closer, still thankful that she's back.

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CARTER'S P.O.V

"Thank you dad." I say giving him a hug.

"Anytime." He assures me.

"If Harry ever gives you a problem, don't be afraid to tell me." He whispers as I pull away from his embrace.

I laugh. "Sure dad."

"Make sure to come back soon." He calls out as I take Harry's hand and begin to walk to the car.

"I will dad." I smile.

We finish out journey to the car and we both climb in as Harry pulls out of the driveway.

"What were you and my dad talking about while I was gone?" I ask him, his focus on the road. There was something about his panicked state when I got back from the bathroom.

"Um." He runs his fingers through his hair. He's definitely nervous. He always does that when he's nervous. "He asked me if you were still a virgin."

I almost choke on my own breath. "What?"

"Yeah." He gives a nervous laugh.

"I-I can't believ-" I start to say but he stops me.

"It's fine." He lays his hand over mine on my thigh.