Gotta Be You (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9:

"Go rehearse!" I yell at Harry as he pulls away from my lips. He smiles at me and pushes my hair behind my ear.

"But I don't want to." He tells me. I look him in the eyes firmly. He gets my message. "Fine. But you better be in the audience so I can sing to you." He tells me. I roll my eyes and he kisses my nose. I scrunch my face up as he walks out of the room. I sit down for a moment and check my phone.

Jacob: I need to see you soon.

I stare at the text message. What? My dad... is asking to see me. I didn't even remember that I had his number! What the hell? I never want to talk to him

Me: No. You left me more times than I could imagine after Mom died. I haven't seen you in 3  years! Delete my number.

I respond. He isn't my father. He is some lonely douche bag who left his daughter on her own after abusing her. Never will I let him near me.

Jacob: Damn it Lilly! I have apologized! I was dumb. I need to see my daughter.

Me: Go to hell.

I look down at my phone. I hate him more than I can describe. He is terrible. I will never see him again. I don't feel like crying because I know he isn't worth it. And it's just a sign that I miss him, which I don't. I put my phone down onto the table and walk out to the arena where I stand by the stage and listen to the boys perform. Harry sings to me and I try to put on a strong smile for him. After they finish they hop off the stage.

"How was it, Lil?" Liam asks me.

"Fantastic, as usual." I say as Harry wraps his arms around me.

"Good." He says nusseling his face into my neck. I smile a bit. "What's wrong?" He asks me when he pulls away and I don't meet his eyes. I look at my hands.

"Jacob just texted me." I tell him quietly. The boys all look at each other and I look at Harry. He looks as if he is going to blow.

"What did he say?" I asks trying to be calm.

"He asked me to see him. First time in 3 years." I respond looking back at my hands. I had a really tough time growing up.

"You aren't going." He says. It's not a question. It's a command.

"Of course not. The drunken ass hole left me when I was 16 and hit me since I was 10." I respond. He nods, and I can tell how much hatred he has for my father. I put my hand on his face. "Hazza, don't worry about it. I'm fine." He nods stiffly again and I give him a light kiss.

"So who wants to go have a nice dinner?" Louis asks after an awkward silence. Liam, Niall, Zayn and I all say 'me!' and we walk backstage. Harry grabs my hand and grips it tight.

I shouldn't have told him.

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"We're off to see Dallas! The wonderful Dallas of Texas!" Niall sings to the tune from Wizard of Oz. I smile as we load onto the bus. The performance just ended and we are now, as Niall said, off to Dallas! 

"Niall, how can you be so cheery?" I ask him, as I fall onto my bed. "It's one in the morning!" 

"Niall never sleeps." Louis responds. "He waits." We all crack up and I take all the energy in my body to force myself into my pajamas. I climb into them and get into my bed as fast as I can. I face the wall and close my eyes. I feel my bed move under weight as someone lies down beside me. Harry.

"Hello." He says quietly. I smile at him and he kisses my cheek. "I'm sorry about Jacob. He sucks so much." He whispers. I nod. I don't want to talk about him. The boys are my only family now. "Goodnight, love." He says after a couple moments. He gets up and climbs over to his bed.