Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 38

- HI YOU READERS (If you guys are still there), I WON'T BE APOLOGIZING THIS TIME BECAUSE I HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN SUPER OCCUPIED WITH A LOT OF STUFF, PERSONAL ISSUES WHICH KEPT ME SO BUSY FOR ME TO WRITE A NEW CHAPTER. ALSO, I TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT THE REOPENING OF SCHOOL, WHICH IS KEEPING ME BUSY TOO. 

ANYWAYS, I TOOK THE TIME AND WROTE A NEW CHAPTER. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT, BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE VOTE & COMMENT, LET ME KNOW THAT MY READERS STILL ARE BY MY SIDE. 

THANK YOU! ENJOY! x

As soon as Harry walks out that door, I feel a load of emotion covering me. Being around Harry makes me smile, the butterflies in my stomach comes to life. You know, the things they talk about in novels or movies, that's what I feel but my subconscious slaps me back to reality reminding me that those are some stupid movies, that's no real. I shake my head and walk out of the kitchen, searching for the notepad in my pocket.  

Walking to the door, I just want Harry to walk back and sit here. I want to be able to see him and I want to be able to see the admiration he has in his eyes when he looks at me, the intensity that drives me crazy. The door opens and a man walks in. This has probably been the longest time, I haven't served real people other than Harry and Liam, bouncing like a ball between them.  

As the man walks closer to me, my heart starts pounding against my chest. I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath to shove all the thoughts aside, this can't be possible. The man smiles at me and I bite the bottom of my lip, trying to hold back everything I had. The emotions were fighting me; they just wanted to burst out. My eyes wandered around me, hoping to grab someone's arm and place them in front of this man, telling them to serve him.  

His gaze leaves mine and he clears his throat. Gathering myself up, and finally being able to console my subconscious, I gulp, "Hi, I'm Rebecca and I will be serving you today.", I manage to say before I choked to tears. 

The man furrows his brow, "Rebecca?" 

My breathing changes and I look back at him. My father smiles at me, "Is it you, Bec?" 

I cringe at the name but I can't help but like it too. He hasn't called me since I was 15. I kept thinking that he would, he did for only 3 years. The thought of my dad forgetting me makes me sick in the gut. I agree that him calling me bothered me so much, but that doesn't give him the right to just stop calling me, he never asked how I was, I didn't even have a father figure in my life while growing up. I don't have someone who would meet Harry and tell me if he really wants me to be with him.  

"How can I help you Sir?", I take a deep breath and ask him again. 

I walk him towards a table for two. We don't serve single people, the table for least at our diner is two, but looking back at the choices he has made in life, it makes sense to me that he's still single. 

He takes a seat in his chair, putting his coat over the other one, "Bec, you have to listen to me." 

"Rebecca.", I say harshly. 

The divorce, according to my mom has entirely been his fault. Any child would want a father figure in life and mine being not around me, makes me uncomfortable with having him near now. 

"You can't hate me for something that was mutual.", he keeps trying. 

I sigh, "What can I get you, Sir?" 

"I didn't know you worked here, I've been in this town for a...", I cut him off by pulling Jackson's arm.  

He hissed and furrows his brows, "What?"