Wander: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 8: The Argument

Colette walked into the kitchen, dazed. The boys and Harry's dad were already sitting around the table and the only seat available was next to Mr. Styles. Colette took it grudgingly. She doubt Harry knew about what his father really was and she didnn't want to be the one to tell him.

"So," Mr. Styles said, "How did you meet Colette?"

"Well," Liam started to answer, "Colette is my-"

"Friend!" Colette blurted, not wanting Mr. Styles to find out Liam was her cousin. "We're friends," she continued hurriedly. "We reconnected back in France." Liam gave Colette a puzzled look.

"But I thought-" Harry began.

"Well you should really stop doing that. It's going to ruin you're pretty face," Colette blurted. Harry rolled his eyes and the other boys laughed.

"So what's going on between you two?" Mr. Styles asked, looking between Colette, who was on his right, and Harry, who was on his left.

"We uh... We just get on really well," Harry said, looking to his hands that wer folded on the table.

"They went on a date!" Louis blurted, earning himself pointed looks from Harry and Colette. Shoch danced across Mr. Styles' face for a millisecond before he regained his composure.

"A date, huh?" Mr. Styles said, trying to seem nonchalant but Colette heard the disgust in his voice. "Is there going to be another one in the near future?" 

"I don't think so," Colette said but immediately regretted it when she saw the disappointed look on Harry's face. "It's just, I have to go back to France."

"Colette, I told you. We can help!" Harry pleaded. "You don't have to go."

"Harry, it's okay. I can handle this business counteraction on my own," she replied, trying to get him to hush.

"Business counteraction?" Mr. Styles asked. "Well aren't you a grown up girl."

"Since my father was murdered, I decided to take over the family business," she said coldly.

"Oh I'm so sorry dear," he said with false sympathy. "Maybe I can help. I think I would be well classified."

"Doubt it," she sneered at him. The boys looked from one another, confused by Colette's blunt rudeness to Harry's father.

"You know dear, I think I knew your father, way back when. Does you last name happen to be Roux?" Colette knew he knew the answer but nodded anyways. Mr. Styles chuckled. "Thought so. You're personality is just like his but you are almost an exact copy of your mother. But you know, that personality can get you in a lot of trouble, love. You think you're better than everybody else, don't you? That there's nobody that can beat you. But let me tell you, you're father was beaten. He didn't even put up a good fight. He ran like the coward scum he was! He was a worthless, low down, son of a bitch! And my guess is so are you!" The last words rang out in the silence. Everyone just sat there, shocked.

"Dad!" Harry shouted.

"Stay away from her Harold! She's no good!" He shouted back.

"How can you say that about my father?! You're the one that's worthless!" Colette screamed when the shock faded. "You're the coward!"

"Why you little..." Mr. Styles growled. "Harry, you're coming with me and we're leaving!"

"I'm legally an adult," Harry replied. "You can't make me go anywhere with you! And I don't think I even want to go anywhere with you!"

"You're coming with me and that's it!" Mr. Styles barked at Harry and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out the door.

When they had walked a good mile from the house, Mr. Styles turned to Harry, still holding his wrist. "You don't know who her father was, Harry. He was a piece of shit! He was stealing information from the French government. They asked me to stop him. I chased him all over France but before I could catch him, someone got him first. Someone he double-crossed I suppose but when I found him, he was dead. He was a lying, good for nothing man and I bet his daughter is trained to carry on what he was not able to finish," Mr. Styles said, plainly lying to his son's face.

"But... You're a business man? Why would you go after a thief?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Mr. Styles sighed. "I hoped I would never have to tell you this but I'm a spy for MI6."

"But... You're a spy?"

"Yes, son. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you sucked into this life. But obviously this life found you."

"You're story doesn't sound like Colette's story..." Harry said, sensing something wrong.

"Because she's a liar! Just like her father," He replied taking his son's face in his hands. "Who are you going to believe? You're father or some whore you just met?" Harry slapped his father's hands away like they were on fire.

"She's not some whore I just met!" He yelled. He took a few steps away from his father. "It's like I don't even know you anymore...:" And with that, Harry ran back to the house, trying hard to contain the tears that were threatening to spring from his eyes.

When Harry got back to his house, he found Colette weeping at the table and the boys trying to comfort her.

"Colette... I'm so sorry," he said softly, afraid that if he spoke any louder, she'd break into a million pieces. "I don't know what the hell that was."

"Harry," Colette said, her sobbing stopped. She turned to face him with red rimmed eyes which made her blue irises seem even bluer. "I have to tell you something." Harry nodded, ready to hear anything she had to say. "Whatever he told you Harry, is a lie. He's the man that killed my family." Harry's eyes widened.

"No," He mumbled. "No, no, no. My dad is a lot of things but he is no killer."

"You didn't hear it but when you went to the kitched he said... he said he told me he's give you a visit. He's the one that sent me that letter. He's the killer." Harry was visible shaking now. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," he whispered back. "I didn' tknow that man out there."

"He's going to kill me..." Colette muttered, more to herself than to the others.

"No. No he's not. I won't let him. If he wants to kill you he's going to have to kill me first," Harry said definately. "Stay here tonight. I don't think he'll try anything but just in case."

"No, I can't-"

"Yes. You can and you will." His tone surprised Colette. It was so demanding. All she could do was nod. "You can stay in my room. There's enough room in my bed for both of us."

"Uh, both of us?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You think I'm going to leave you alone now? There's a man out there trying to kill you. You're not leaving my sight."

Ten minutes later everyone had gone back to their own rooms and Colette was in the bathroom changing into some sweats and a t-shirt Harry had loaned her.

"What's taking so long?" Harry whined from outside the bathroom. "I need to pee!"

"I'm a girl, I take my time in the bathroom," Colette shouted through the door. "I told you that you should have gone before I came in."

"I didn't have to go then!"

"Be a man!"

"I am a man! I can prove it too," he said smugly.

"Keep it in your pants, Styles," Colette laughed and shook her head. Finally Colette opened the door and Harry rushed past her. She shook her head once more and crawled into the bed.

When Harry returned from the bathroom, he crawled in next to her and slipped his arms around her waist. She could feel his warm breath tickling the back of her neck. "This is nice," he whispered in her ear. She nodded in agreement. "I missed you," his deep voice grew soft. "I missed you a lot." Colette turned her body to face him. She saw sincerity in his emerald green eyes. He leaned in and placed a soft, tender kiss on her lips.

"I missed you too," Colette whispered and leaned in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last.