Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Series

Broken Hand - Part 42

"Y/N, wow... I ... hey, sweetheart," your dad answered on the other end of the phone.

"Hey," you said softly.

"I'm so happy you called," he said.

"I'm only calling because I want to know why you called my boyfriend to reach out to me instead of you doing it yourself and you got your girlfriend to do the same fucking thing," you said. "If you really wanted to talk to me, you would have tried yourself."

He sighed, "I did, but you never answered."

"That was ages ago," you said. "Never once have you tried recently."

"Because I knew you wouldn't answer the phone," he sighed.

"So, you just gave up? Just like you gave up your fucking family for some other woman!" You snapped.

"Y/N, you know it wasn't like that, I've talked to your mother..." he said.

"Your point? Do you honestly think you didn't do anything wrong? Yes, I know that you and Mum had problems, but you still had an affair! You still lied to me my whole fucking life," you said.

"Y/N, you need to stop this foolishness right now!" He snapped. "You're adult now, this isn't that big of a fucking deal. Just get over it and meet me for lunch so I can tell you my side of it."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You asked. "You seriously expect and want me to meet with you after you talk down to me? Yes, I am an adult, but you know fucking what? I'm still fucking human and I have feelings. How else am I supposed to feel knowing my father is a cheating scum bag? Huh? And that he and my mum didn't have the perfect marriage I thought. And if you can't respect my feelings, then fuck you. I don't want to see you anytime soon. Don't call me. Don't call Harry. Don't call Mum and you sure as hell better not get that woman to contact me either. I'm so fucking done right now."

You didn't even bother waiting for a response from him before ending the call. You threw your phone onto the bed and paced around the room. How dare he... How dare he tell you, you should just get over it, like your feelings about the situation didn't matter... almost like you didn't matter.

Ever since you found out about the affair and then that phone call, you started wondering if you actually really knew your father and if had been putting on a huge act for you your entire life. You had so much going on and built up inside of you, you needed to release.

You weren't sure what exactly what came over you, but the next thing you knew you brought your fist back and punched into the wall. There was a huge dent in the wall and pain shot through your hand and up your arm. Harry rushed into the room after hearing the noise and was shocked to find you holding your hand as it started swelling.

"What the-" he said seeing the hole in the wall. "Y/N..."

"I-I'm sorry..." you whispered. "I-I" You sniffled tears welling in your eyes.

Harry walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Let's get you downstairs and get some ice on your hand," he whispered.

You were in a daze as you walked down the stairs with him. He helped you on the couch and went and grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. He walked over sitting next to you and putting the bag on your hand. You winced at the coldness, but it was already helping the pain in your hand.

"Want to tell me what happened?" He whispered.

"I ended up calling my Dad," you sighed.

"That bad?" He sighed.