My Kryptonite -One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 2.

Hola guys. I hope you're having a good day but meanwhile i'm sick in bed -.- Well, enjoy this chapter..

Baily POV

Liam and I jogged over to Denny's and walked in. He took my hand and grasped it, I looked at our entwined hands then raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just go along with it, I don't want anyone giving you strange looks since you are in jogging material." He whispered. The minute he said that I realized he was right, I mean I am in a sports bra that stops about a few inches above my belly botton and I'm wearing shorts that are 5 inches long. I nodded and waited for our waiter to come.

"Hi, welcome to Denny's. Party of two?" The guy asked. He looked down at me and smirked at what I was wearing. That only made Liam tighten his grip and stiffen. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Right this way." He said and guided us to our booth. He handed us menus and walked away. I looked down at my menu and scoffed 'Call me if you get bored of your little boyfriend there. Xx'  I ripped the paper and half and threw it at the ground,

"Like that's ever gonna happen." I muttered. Liam only laughed at what I did and put his menu down. "Do you already know what you're getting?" I asked.

"Yeah I think I'm just gonna order a coffee and some pancakes." Liam replied. 

I nodded, "I guess i'll have the same." I put my menu on top of his and looked up. I noticed he was studying me with a hard gaze with a mixture of emotions, "So, what happend with your dad?" Liam questioned. My eyes quickly left his when he asked, I didn't want him to see the tears that had gathered in my eyes at the memory. I wipped them away and looked at him again and cleared my throat, 

"Well, my dad had a very important job that he rarely told anyone about. The only people who knew were my mum, me, and my brother, that's all. He-" I got interupted my our waiter, "What will you guys be ordering?"

I sighed before looking at Liam, "We're both gonna have coffee and pancakes." He said, the waiter nodded and walked away. Liam looked at me again with a questioning gaze, "What did your dad work for?" 

"The CIA." I replied. The minute those words left my mouth his eyes grew large. "THE CIA?!" He whispered/ yelled. I nodded and gave him a sheepish grin before continueing,

"Anyways, He was stationed in Iraq. He was working undercover to try and look for some guys who were apparently on The Top 10 Most Wanted List. One day while he was working, he got kidnapped by them and taken away to some sort of cave where they kept other hostages. They tortured information out of him but my dad didn't give anything away. Everyday passed and he was in there for weeks growing weak and tired. They barely fed him and all they did was give him daily beatings." I paused and took a shaky breath before continueing. Liam seemed to notice cause he reached over and grabbed my hand rubbing small circles on my palm, I smiled gratefully at his gesture and continued, "One day though, he managed to escape with some other men. They thought they were free from the hell they were living in, but they were wrong. The minute they stepped on the ground outside of their 'cave' there were already men lying dead on the floor. The bad guys had shot them down once they tried to escape. My dad made a run for it, he ran and ran and never looked back. But then, once he thought the coast was clear, he turned around. He turned around to find the bad guys armed with all sorts of weapons that could kill. My dad looked up at the sky and then the minute he looked at the men again, all sorts of fire went off. He was murdered right on that spot and abandoned. His body was found a month later, or what was left of it, and returned back to where he worked. Two men in uniforms appeared at my mum's doorstep while we stood there utterly confused. I remember their words clearly,