The Step-Dad. // h.s.

Three; why?

Hayley's POV

My life hasn't been amazing for the past 24 hours. He ordered pizza, and then demanded that I play a board game with him. He then got me up really early before my alarm went off, saying I needed a healthy good breakfast rather then the cereal bars I've been eating the last few days. After I ate, he forced me to go jog around the block, claiming, that I needed to burn off whatever I just ate. So I went to the park down the road and just sat on the bench. When I came home from the 'jog' he made me go take a shower, then he picked out my clothes and the perfume I wore that day. To be honest, I will snap, and it won't be pretty.

"Okay Hayley, we're here." My bus driver said stopping at my house. I smiled kindly at her, before climbing off the bus and walking up the driveway. Once I walked in the house, there he stood in the doorway holding my iPod and iPad. I narrowed my eyes as his face turned into a scowl.

"I thought I told you I wanted all your electronics?" He asked.

"They don't work without internet, and I don't have a charger for them." I lied.

"Really? They seemed to be pretty well charged if you ask me. Almost as if you do have a charger for them, which you do, because I did find them."

"Why were you in my underwear drawer?" I asked amused by all this. He expects me to actually tell him the truth and give him everything he asks for. Uh, not going to happen.

"Because I killed your phone, so I was looking for the charger to it, you clearly have a different phone then I do, so I don't have a charger for it."

"Ah, so you were on my phone, you had no right on my phone, let alone being in my room and underwear drawer." I crossed my arms, waiting for him to reply.

"Monthly checkup." He smiled sickly.

"You haven't been here for a month, honey, so please, just stop."

I quickly ran past him and up the stairs. I threw my bag on the bed, and shut the door. I then proceeded to rummage around my room just to check and make sure everything is still in place. Surprisingly my room was still cleaned. Did he actually go threw my entire room, or did he just go threw my underwear drawer? Did he call my mum?

Wait, no, Hayley, stop, he wouldn't call your mum, he's acting all parent like, has he done this before? No, he couldn't have, not with a teenage girl before, has he? Maybe he has? He isn't a man-slut is he? Well it's now or never to find out.

"HARRY!" I called.

"Yes love?" He asked at the bottom of the stairs.

"Are you a man-slut?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I had a chance to even think about what I was going to say.

Anger flashed threw his eyes, before quickly replaced with a calming manor. "No, why?"

"You seemed to be an expert at this, gotta know my limitations on questioning you, right?" I asked innocently.

"I used to babysit a kid when I was 18, she was 13, and very emotional, she was in the hospital quiet a few times, so her parents had me watch her while they were away on holiday." He said carefully. I still didn't believe him.

I nodded before going back to my room, I walked to the closet, and flicked the light on. I pondered for a moment, trying to think of were my old laptop was. Well it wasn't really old, I mean, the one I handed Harry I got for this past Christmas. So maybe it was three years old? Either way, it still worked wonders.

I smiled to myself when I found it in it's bag on top of my closet along with it's charger. I quickly brought it out, and walked into the bathroom. I shut and locked the door, and crawled away from the door, just to be sure. I quickly brought it out of the bag, and plugged it in to the wall. I wasn't sure if it was dead or not, but to my surprise it wasn't.

I muted it when the lock page came up. I typed in my password, then went straight to Google, typing in 'Harry Styles' and waited for it too load. After a few seconds, all these articals and pictures came up. I clicked on the one that said 'Harry Styles leaving One Direction?' I clicked on the link, and started to read. All of it was rubbish. He wasn't leaving some stupid band to watch his girlfriends kid. But when I popped up on one of the pictures, I was surly going to lose it.

But there was no way I could tell him this, he'd know for sure that I have more electronics that he didn't find or I didn't give to him. I can't say it was the tv, because I don't have one in my room, I'm always downstairs watching the telly. I can always ask him tomorrow about it, right? No, then he'll know that I got the information from somewhere.

"HAYLEY!" Harry called.

Groaning, I removed myself from my hiding place, and went downstairs, I saw some girl on the couch, and Harry towering over her.

"Yes?" I questioned.

"She says she's here for you, I though I told you, you had to ask for people to come over?"

"I don't know who she is." I smiled at him, before making my way upstairs.

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this is crappy, I know, and I'm sorry!