Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

chapter 17- Dinner and talks

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Dilara POV

My heart again beat at it’s fastest. I’ve noticed one thing, ever since Harry has come into my life, I guess I could say, he has the power to make my heart race and right now I’m sitting in front of my father contemplating whether or not I should tell him about the entire party and how I was with Harry today.

    “Well the party was good, um Justin was there though…”

    “Justin, as in from our café?” My father looks up from his plate and looks at me with confusion. Oh no, he’s going to get furious.

    “Yeah and he well, there were many other guys and so I was going to leave the party dad, I swear I was, but then Justin was following me and so I ran and-“

My dad cuts me off, “Hold on a second what?” Darn this. My mom too stares at me, chewing her food slowly and Camille just awkwardly plays with her food. I have no choice, but to be honest about the party, after all it’s because of my parents trusting me that I was even aloud to attend that party.

    So that’s what I do, I tell them what happened, what Justin did and how I bumped into Harry, basically everything besides mentioning today, with Harry. My father definitely is upset, but is grateful that someone was there to help, and to my content he will be firing Justin soon.

    “Look, I’m just glad you’re okay Dilara, we both are.” My mom finally says.

    “Yeah and well today…” I’m going to spit it out; I can’t hide my little play date with Harry forever.

      BRING BRING BRING Our loud house phone rings and I let out a deep breath that I never knew I was even holding.

    My father stares off towards the phone. He sighs, but then says with tiredness showing, “I’m going to go get that, I think it’s your uncle, thank you for the food, Camille.”

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     After cleaning up, thanking and saying good-bye to Camille, I head upstairs to my room and it’s about 9 pm. I decided to tell my mom and dad about “hanging with Harold” tomorrow if I got the chance to. I change into my pajamas and grab my phone to put it on charge, a night routine I had to proceed doing since my iPhone would lose it’s charge so damn quick. I lie on the bed and think about what an amazing day I had today. I couldn’t process it earlier because of dinner and talking about the stupid party. But anyways, Harry was so kind, as always, and was open, like he released so much about his personal life, it made me feel… special.

     Being around Harry is such a phenomenal feeling. There’s cheerfulness, empathy, and an exhilarating thing there that I could only grab when I’m around him. To be honest it’s so weird. I used to just like “Harry styles, the singer from One Direction,” but now I like “just Harry.” I’m about to sleep, but then sit up to thank Harry for today. I grab the phone and sit back up on the bed to do so.

Thank you so much for today, Harry, you don’t know, but it honestly was one of the best days I’ve had in the longest time, have a good night.

I put the phone back on my tiny bedside table, cover myself with the soft blanket, and shut my eyes to get sleep.

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      It’s Monday and I try to catch up on my homework. Procrastination is my best friend so I usually always wait till the day before school to compete what is needed. My parents went back to the daily work at the café and I thanked Camille for being a great babysitter-chauffer-friend for the weekend. She was a great person, and I’m glad she was there for me.