Inimitable Love. (Harry Styles)

Chapter 34.

*unedited*

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Let's just be straight forward, lying from your own parents won't give you anything. I like him, a lot. So my dad can't help but just support my liking for him. At least I hoped Harry hadn't done anything wrong to him in the first place.

I filled my lungs up with enough air. "Yes dad, I do like him."

His expression didn't change. It remained the same, understanding.

"For how long do you know him?" Okay, now fucking enquiry time.

"Since the day I got here." I shrugged nonchalantly.

He widened his eyes in response. "See, there is no point judging you in this because it's your age. I don't blame you. But believe me you are too young for all this liking and stuffs, dear daughter I got you here for studying and not for making love relationships." He explained.

"What do you mean by 'too young'? Dad, I know I'm a bit young but that doesn't mean that I don't have any brains. I like him, a lot and yes I trust him with every cell in my body. You can trust me with him and studies are important to me as well." My hands were balled into fists and my nose was flaring.

Fuck, they always considered me a child who was unaware of the world's happenings and then they tried to lecture me with their stupid ideas. I knew they loved me, they knew I loved them but it was just too much.

"I know Robin who happens to be his step-father but I don't want you to get hurt. And, for that purpose, I'd like to talk to Henry too. I want to make sure that if the guy is trustworthy or not." His tone was demanding.

I was familiar with this type of dad who wasn't up for any denial. This was how I ended up in this country. But what should I do now?

"His name is Harry, not Henry." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever it is, I want to meet him. I want to know how is like as in person." His statement made me scowl.

"Fine, when?" I asked dryly.

"Ciara don't show your attitude to me. I'm your father, not any confidant. This is something that you should be doing years later, then also I'm trying to accept that my daughter has grown up." Dad scolded me.

I pursed my lips and nodded. "I'll ask him and let you know. Thankfully someone believes that I have become mature." My voice didn't have any emotion.

"At least have your food." He pointed out my plate filled with one and half sandwich which no longer made my stomach grumble.

"Nevermind, I'll eat it later." I shook my head, pushed the plate away and lightly stomping, made my way to my room.

I plopped down on the bed and instead of calling Harry, because he was not a morning person, I decided to message him.

Me: Good morning Harry. What's up? I wanted to talk to you.

Sent.

No answer.

As expected, he didn't answer. He must be sleeping right now.

What should I do now? Probably have a bath and then roam in and around the house? I had really dismissed the need to talk to my dad, I don't think we can talk properly after this incident until Harry actually met dad and he formed a proper decision about him.

It was half past two in the afternoon by the time I had finished my lunch with the family. I mean mom and dad. They were having some sick discussion about company's next turn over and the financial statements which instantly got me bored. The only time I listened was when they talked about different countries, yes I do love travelling.