Not all fans are girls! (Larry stylinson)

Chapter 35

Harry's p.o.v

"Coming!" I yelled out to the person who was standing outside our door. The person had been knocking now for a good five minuets while I was in the shower. Whoever this person is, they must be pretty desperate.

It was almost lunch time, me being my lazy self, only just woke up about half an hour ago. I was too excited that Louis would get home tomorrow morning. I hated waking up to a cold, empty bed. Not having Louis to snuggle up to during the long restless nights.

I raced down the stairs in a pair of sweats, my long tanned torso showing. Another knock ran throughout the house before I swung the door open. There stood a man in his mid years, holding a piece of paper in his hand. I gasped, taking a few steps backwards away from him.

"Dad?" I whispered. He looked just like me! He looked the same as the day he left, just aged a bit. How could he find me? I am in England and he never left Australia!

"Harry?"

"What- how- how did you find me?" I whimpered. I was feeling mixed emotions right now. I was over joyed that I finally, after so many years get to see my father. But then again angry that he left and never called.

"Your friend Tegan, told me that you left the country." He chuckled before a hard frown set apron his face. "Why did you leave?"

"Love bought me here." I muttered, my eyes staying on the floor.

"Can- can I come in?" He asked softly. I nodded, opening the door up so he could step into the house. I shut the door as he slipped his shoes off.

"Uh, through here." I started walking away from dad, still wanting him to follow. Once we reached the living room I motioned him over to one of the recliners while I took the sofa.

"I don't know where to begin." He shook his head, he sounded and looked like me. Trying to make sense of this situation. I know for a fact that this all seems surreal. My father whom I haven't talked to in years, shows up on my door step, trying to find his way back into my life.

"Why did you leave?" I spat, maybe too harshly. Dad looked shocked, he looked at me like I was growing two heads.

"I told you Harry! I told you and Gemma why I left. I sent letters to you a week after I went!" He whimpered. Why on earth was he crying?

"No you didn't!" I barked. "I remember the day you left, you took me to school and left! You left mum! You left me and Gemma!" I didn't notice that I was crying until a tear fell down my cheek.

"Harry, I never left! I told you all this in the letters!" He pleaded.

"What letters?" I can't remember, ever receiving a letter from my father. Not even a phone call on my birthday.

"I sent you and Gemma letters once a month, I would call the house when it was your birthdays or Christmas but no one would answer!" He cried. I couldn't bring my mind to understand what was happening.

"But why did you leave? That's what I wanted to know!" I whispered, feeling defeated.

"That day I said goodbye, I always knew that I would be back harry. I got a job as an Air Force officer, I was traveling all around the world, fighting in wars that I wish I never witnessed." He paused, tears welling up in his eyes and rolling over the edges. "Everywhere I went harry, I sent letters to you and Gemma, telling you about new and interesting things that I had come across or discovered."

"Why didn't you just tell me from the start?" My voice was crackly due to my sobs.

"I couldn't bring myself to harry, you have to understand." He moved from the recliner and came and sat beside me. I couldn't help but feel shocked when his hand rested upon my thigh in a supportive manner.