~ Chapter Three ~
"Dad!" I gasped, looking directly
into my stern father's eyes.
His normal, kind, electric blue eyes had turned to a some what steely-grey nightmare. His tan skin was bright red - blazing with fury.
". . . Dad, I can explain." I mumbled desperately.
"Yes, you will, when we get home after I ground you for a month" he snarls at me. I had never seen him this angry before, it scares me.
"Woah, mate, calm down. Just let her explain" I turned to see that Harry had stood up for me. Why would he do that? I sent him a glare saying 'do you have a death wish?'. Harry looked at me confusedly before turning his eyes back onto my seething father.
"And who do you think you are, young man? How dare you tell me how to treat my own daughter." My dad is practically roaring at Harry over this loud music. "I'm just telling you that you should let your daughter explain before ruining her birthday." Harry smirked. Does he even know who he's talking to? My dad is about ready to explode now and Harry has made matters far worse.
"Oh, so he even knows that it's your birthday now. Do you even know this boy?" My dad asks, pointing an accusing finger at Harry.
"More than you would think, dad." I mumbled, really wishing I hadn't let that slip out of my mouth knowing my dad would take it the wrong way. "Oh really now, and why's that, you little SLUT." I gasp escaped my lips. How dare he. I took a step back, cowering away from him. Tears filled my eyes to the brim, threatening to spill over. Never had my dad used such language. He hated it when he heard people say that kind of stuff around him, even if it had nothing to do with him. To hear those words come out of his mouth made me die inside. He wouldn't say something like that without meaning it. I know he wouldn't. I know him, . . . or so I thought.
My dad's eyes softened, "Georgia, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean it," he pleaded. I broke down into tears, slumping onto the hard, concrete floor below me. My dad reached out for me but I flinched away from him. He quickly snatched his hand back and looked in thought for a moment. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "This is not the time nor place for this, Georgia. Your coming home with me now, you will receive your punishment then." He pulled back and I looked into his eyes, they had returned to that scary, steely-grey colour and his face was plastered with a controlled smirk.
"No!" I stated. This simple answer infuriated him.
He palm came in contact with my cheek. I yelped in pain as my vision went blurry from the tears that I was now drowning in. My dad had never been abusive to me, nor to anyone else. I can't believe it.
My dad had wrapped his rough hand firmly around my wrist, tugging me harshly to my feet. All of a sudden his hand was pried off my wrist and I was brought into a safe embrace, my face nestled into someone's chest. For now I knew I was safe.
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*10 minutes later*
It turns out the boys of One Direction, mainly Harry, had been the ones to get my dad's disgusting hand off my wrist and get him kicked out of the club. Thank god for that. In one night he had become the most kindest, caring person on the planet, to the a cruel monster I wish I had never had the unfortunate luck to meet.
However, it turns out that the safe embrace I was in 10 minutes ago, happened to belong to the one and only Harry Styles. I can't express how hard I blushed when I looked up to find emerald orbs staring back at me, surrounded by brown curls. It had been such a surprise for me yet such a pleasure to be in his arms.
I only had one problem now. I had no where to go, and I sure as hell will never be going back to live with my so-called 'dad'. So there's another problem, no where to live either. I sighed out loud. What will I do? I felt someone rest their hand on my shoulder gently. I looked up and I was once again met by those mesmerising emerald orbs. "Georgia?-" Harry asked, but I cut him of before he could continue. "No Harry, I'm not alright." I snapped. "My so-called 'dad' just called me a slut and then slapped me. Do you honestly think I am anywhere near alright! And to top it all off, I'm never going back to live with him nor want to see him again, so I have no where to live ley alone stay for the night. My best friend has most likely ditched me for sex so she's not an option. I have no one else, Harry" I was full-on balling my eyes out in front of Harry whilst clutching onto his black t-shirt for dear life.
Harry looked guilty. "You could stay with me," he responded, "And the boys, of course. I mean it would only be temporarily, right." he added quickly. By now I was looking him in the eye whilst his stroked my arms reassuringly. "I can't Harry." I stated simply.
"Why not?" he asked, obviously confused. I dropped my gaze to the his chest, "One - I barely know you Harry, not personally at least, and you barely know me. Two - You live with four other guys. Three - You're famous and I would just get in your way. Four - I know for a fact you're on tour right now. And Five - I hate to say this, but it wouldn't be temporarily, seeing as my dad is the only living family member I know about and I couldn't live with my best friend because she has 4 brothers and I couldn't impose on her family anymore than I already have. I would be nothing but a nuisance to you Harry." I explained, as Harry knitted his eyebrows together in thought.
"Okay, but I'm not taking no for an answer." I tried to object but he placed his index finger to my lips, trapping any words that wanted to come out. "One - We can get to know each other, I'm willing to if you're willing to. Two - I live with four guys whilst on tour, I live with Louis when I'm not on tour. Louis has a girfriend and Zayn is engaged, so trust me they won't be a problem. They'll like you, don't worry. Three - Just because I'm famous doesn't mean you can't live with me, I want you to. You wouldn't get in my way if I want you to be there. Four - So what if I'm on tour, that won't effect my decision nor shall it effect yours. Five - I will look after you until you find somewhere better to go. I don't care how long that takes, months or years, I will look after you Georgia." he cupped my cheeks as those sweet words fell from his lips. He leaned down and pecked my cheek as tears brimmed my eyes and my arms snaked around his neck as his wrapped tightly around my waist.
"Thankyou, Harry. You don't know how much this means to mean." I mumbled into the crook of his neck before pulling away and pecking him lightly on the lips. I pulled away but he pulled me back into our sweet kiss. I smiled into the kiss and so did he. I hope he could feel the same sparks that are electrocuting my whole body. We both pulled away and smiled shyly into each others eyes.
This had been one of the worst yet best birthdays I have ever experienced.
