Regrets (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Regrets - chapter 5 (HES NOT MY DAD)

I wake up to hear the sound of my mum and sister talking outside my room. 'Mum I need some money to get a dress for the party tonight' Abigail starts.

'Okay but you have to take Harry with you' My mum warns her. 

'No I'm going with my friends' Abigail whines.

'Okay okay fine...here, make sure you get something appropriate' she warns. I peep through the hole in my door and see my mum place some money in Abigail's hands.

'I need you back by seven' she tells my sister.

'Okay yay thanks' she squeals.

I walk towards my bed and sit down on the edge. I need to call Zayn and Niall. Zayn picks up after one ring.

'Yo wassup?' he asks.

'Hey just wanted to ask you do you have any plans for today?'

'Uh yeah I'm going to this party with my new girlfriend' he tells me, you could hear his smirk over the phone. Girlfriend? Poor soul.

'Girlfriend? what's her name?'

'Kallie, she's proper fit man' he smiles along with his words.

'Oh okay never mind' I rub my head with my fingers. 

'Ok cool safe' he replies back quickly. I hang up on him and make my way downstairs.

...

'Where's Abigail?' I ask my mum.

'She went out to buy a dress for tonight'

'Already? Oh' that was quick. 'Yes Harry, she went only a few minutes ago' my mum replied sternly. 

I walk towards the table and pour cereal in a bowl. I don't know why I'm so worried. It's just I don't even know who's going to this party.

What if Niall's going? No, he would have told me. I'll still text him to make sure.

"Yo you busy tonight?" There sent. Quick and simple.

'By the way your dad called this morning' my mum tells me interrupting my thoughts. 'And I care because?' I answer rudely. Why is this relevant?

'Well he wanted to talk to you but I didn't want to wake you' she replied quietly.

'Okay' she knew best not to wake me. 'So are you going to call him back' she questioned.

'No' I reply bluntly.

'Why?' she walks towards me. 

I keep a hold of my anger and scrunch my fists.

'Because he's not my dad' I shout. I didn't mean to shout but it came out the wrong way.

My mum looks at me then turns her face away from me to go upstairs.

Why does she even bother asking when she get's the same answer from me every time. She needs to understand that I will never forgive him. I can't forgive him. Not after what he did to us, as a family. 

He isn't my dad. He walked out on us for drugs. Mum forgives him for it, but I never will.