drift • harry styles

Chapter 15

Dedicating this chapter to one of my favorite Wattpad authors writetospeak OMFG ILY SO MUCH AND YOUR STORY LOCKER 161 OMFG FAV

Enjoy this update! xxx

“Now that is fucked up! Seriously.” Louis ran his hand over his hair.

“Shit I’m telling you, I gonna make him suck his dick if something wrong happened to your Dad!” Niall’s jaw clenched. “Fucking bastard.”

“Why didn’t you tell us that your father is working there?!” Iris asked, shocked. She was looking at me with wide eyes as she bit her nails.

“Shit,” Red mumbled under his breath.

I looked at Harry who was walking back and forth beside me and was running his hand over his hair occasionally. He was lost in his thoughts as well.

I bit my lower lip, I wanted to say something but I couldn’t force the words out of my mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” Liam repeated Iris question, he looked concern, shocked, and nervous all at once.

“I don’t know!” I screamed, running my hands on my face then sighed, and making them froze on the spot. I saw Harry stopped to look at me as well, “I don’t know, maybe I was afraid.” I whispered.

“And besides, I thought rich people do a background check to people before hanging out with them?”

“We’re not rich.” Louis shrugged while Red nodded in agreement.

“Why would we do that?” Liam asked, confused.

“It’s like invading your privacy and personal space. It’s rude.” Iris added.

“Yeah, Iris is right. We only do that to people who don’t look trustworthy enough.” Niall rubbed the back of his neck.

“And because I want to know you personally.” We all turned to face Harry who was looking at me—no staring at me like he wanted to memorize every inch of my face.

Niall snickered “Smooth.”

I knew this wasn’t the right time to blush but I did.

Harry glared at him, “Shut up, Niall!”

Iris giggled then quickly covered her mouth. “I’m sorry! I know this isn’t the right time to do that.”

I couldn’t help but to smile a little, she was so adorable!

But then my thoughts went back to my Dad. I felt my heart sank in the pit of my stomach and a lump forming in my throat. “Do you think Zayn is going to hurt my Dad?” I tried to force back my tears.

I didn’t want to cry.

I didn’t want to be weak.

I wanted to be strong for my Dad but the thought of him getting hurt and I couldn’t do anything about it made want to cry my eyes out.

He was the only family that I have. I had lost my mother and it hurt so much it felt like my whole world turned upside down and it wasn’t complete like there was a missing piece of a puzzle missing in my life and that piece was my mother but even if I try hard to find that missing piece, I wouldn’t see it anymore—I wouldn’t see her anymore.

I couldn’t afford to lose my father.  

I knew I was overreacting but who wouldn’t? I mean, my father was talking to the guy that had threatened not only me but also Harry. He even tried to kidnap me! If he could do that thing to me he could do worse things to my father just to get what he wanted.