It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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CHARIS’ POV

 

 We went shopping. Well, that’s already known, whenever I go out with Mel and Oli. I am also glad that Oli and my sister are getting closer, like Oli’s our sister too.

It’s already dinner when we arrive at Mel’s favorite French resto in the city. A valet immediately approached us, as we stepped out of her midnight blue Jaguar XF. (To be honest, I wouldn’t trust a valet to park any of my cars, you know?)

We were immediately led to our usual spot. See, when I told you my sister’s strong, that’s what I meant and more than that of course. Although, she’s not like me, the most bitter daughter of the Mr. Milton, she acts so professional and calm towards my father. Unlike me, I would definitely walk out the building as soon as I catch a glimpse of him.

I hope I would find forgiveness in my heart for him, like how I did to mom. The thing is, he was never sorry. Yes, he continuously provides all of my needs, he even bribes me by sponsoring my practice races and gives me cars and whatnot, if I know, he’s doing that for the sake of PR. Besides, what’s the use? I can now provide for my own.

He was never the supporting father type, like how I describe him, he is a despotic monster. He threw me to New York to study business and shit for himself. When I told him I would love to take an engineering course or maybe anything that would be about arts and theatre, he laughed at me and told me that, those things were bullshit and would lead me to nothing.

It was okay that time. I was very naïve to see that they were all playing me, again and again, rolling on their palms. I was so convinced that I could finish the business shit and then pursue my dreams on my own way and maybe my very own father would find time to support me in his least possible way, despite all his full packed schedule every fucking day.

But I was wrong. I’ve been mad to myself for being that naïve and foolish and for not standing up for myself like Melissa did when she firmly told my father that she wanted to study culinary in Paris. Why did not my dad let me? Oh right, he is selfish. He wanted me to work for him. Sorry for him, I grew tired too early, so I took the earliest retirement.

“Charis.” Mel called. “Charis..” Waving her hands to my face from across the four-sitter table.

“What were you saying?” I asked as I took a sip from the glass of water provided.

“I was asking if you are taking your usual?”

“Oh.” I wasn’t aware that the waiter has been taking down our orders already.

“Nope. I’m taking what’s Oli’s taking.” I answered.

“You have seafood allergies, so you can’t kiddo.”

“I’m taking Les Fruits De La Mer.” Since when did I take what’s Oli’s having? She’s a food enthusiast as much as my sister her. Great.

“Alright then,” I said to the waiter, patiently waiting for my order as his hands were shaking, both holding the pen and paper. “What would you suggest,” I searched for his name plate for his name, “John?” and furrowed my brows? He’s obviously new here.