Three Willows {Harry Styles - One Direction Fan Fic}

Chapter 11 :

As the muster was finishing up at Darcy’s Folly Harry was impatient to move on. Now he had a lead he wanted to follow it up. The excitement that rushed through his veins as Benno told him about this Station called Three Willows had now turned to impatience and in a couple of instances, carelessness.

He had nearly been caught between the gates of the temporary cattle run one day, whilst not paying attention. Another day he’d left a gate to the corral unlatched and had to take off with a few of the men to recapture and drove the cattle back again.

His frustration was beginning to be echoed twice returned amongst the men he was working with. Rookie mistakes would have been accepted a month ago, but not now.

Lenny, the muster boss stood just off from the camp fire ripping into him.

“Seriously Harry if you fuck up once more you’re out. No fucken reference. No fucken bonus and I’ll make sure they only pay you up to the moment that I fire your fucken arse and not the rest of the fucken ride back.”

Harry smirked at him.

“It’s not a fucken joke son. I’m over it. I don’t know what happened to make you so shit house so fast, but you need to pull your head out of your arse and get your shit together. The only reason you’re still here, is as a favour to Snow.”

Lenny spat at the ground. He stared at Harry and Harry stared back. He’d been berated by the best in the stuck up English school system. This country hick wasn’t going to get the best of him.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

Harry shrugged.

“Don’t fucken push me Harry. Just don’t fucken push me.” Lenny’s eyes thunderous before he turned and stalked away. As he did he threw over his shoulder, to no one in particular, “I don’t know why we fucken bother.”

It was that comment that had an image of his father flash in front of him. He’d once said the same thing to Harry. It was in fact once of the very last things Harry had heard come from his father’s mouth.

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Harry’s head had been pounding as he’d waited for his father to arrive. He was stuck and hadn’t known what else to do but call his father. This wasn’t one of his stupid pranks.

There was pounding on the front door and Harry had practically run to open it. His father barely met his eyes as he strode through and into the lounge. Harry turned and followed. He knew this time he was in serious trouble. Stanley was influential, but – well the look on his father’s face said it all

“The girl, Harry?” His father looked out the window. He wouldn’t even give Harry his eyes. He was disgusted with what he’d been told.

“It was consensual dad.” Harry had looked down at the ground uncomfortable discussing it with his father, but realising he had to. His green eyes pleading with his father for understanding

“And the drugs?”.

“Not mine.” Harry declared. “She’s lying to save her arse. I don’t do drugs Dad.” Stanley stared his son down. “I know I’ve done a lot of fucked up things in my life Dad, but I’ve never done drugs.”

“Son I caught you smoking pot.” Stanley corrected him.

“That’s pot Dad.” Harry’s reply rewarding him with a glare from his father. “Ok, Ok, but I’m not into that other shit. No way.”

Stanley looked into his son’s eyes and knew it to be the truth. “I don’t think I can help you with this one. They are after your blood. She is refuting everything you’re telling me. She’s claiming.” Stanley stumbled over the next words. “She’s claiming you got her drunk and took her back to the dormitory. She is saying that you brought the drugs with you and that she was too inebriated to deny your.” Again Stanley paused searching for the right word. “Advances.”