Unexpected Meeting (Harry Styles fanfic) [To be Edited]

Chapter 7 - 'As Long As You Love Me'

Chapter 7

**Bella POV**

“Daddy?”

So many emotions run through me. Happiness. Love. Sadness. Anger. I feel so emotionally unstable.

My father looked rougher; with a shaved head and a shadow of a beard on his face. He looked more bulky and tough. When he looks at Harry and I’s entangled limps something changes in his face. His face was mixed with sadness and anger. Harry holds me closer to his chest, his heart beating more rapidly.

“Get your hands off my daughter,” Dad growls stomping over to us.

I imminently hold on to Harry tighter. “No, dad he’s fine,” I say glaring at him. This happens every time a boy gets near me. My father gets defensive of me and keeps me locked up like a princess in a tower.  When he was around when I was 14 and the spring dance came around, my father kept asking if I got a date. When I did get asked by a jock named Will, I was so excited and happy. I got this is beautiful purple dress. When I got to the dance I realized I was asked there as a joke; Rebecca poured water all over my dress. Will just laughed at me, no one really cared. Cara would’ve have saved me but she was out of town.

I was total destroyed.

Dad was the only one who knew of what happened; which led of him being so much more protective of me, trying to protect my feelings.

“No he’s not!” My dad yells raising his voice causing me to flinch and for Harry to hold me tighter. “Do you want a repeat of what happened last time?”

He did not…

 

Did he just..

 

Welcome home dad.

 

“Harry is different dad!” I snap at him. “Harry is so sweet and kind. He protected me from the tornado. Where were you dad?”

He never gets to reply because Harry jumps up and walks over to my dad. I look at Harry confused as he sticks his abnormally large hand in front of my dad. “Hello sir, I’m Harry Styles,” Harry says nervously staring at my father.

My father looks at him in shock. No boy has ever introduced their selves so properly to my father. My father surprises me by shaking his hand and saying, “I’m Robert, Bella’s father,” he emprises father and I faceplate myself.

Harry gulps, “Nice to meet you.”

“HARRY!”

My mother runs into the room tackling Harry to the ground. I burst out laughing as Harry groans and rubs his head as my mother hugs him in a bone crushing hug.

“I was so worried you got hurt!” She yells in his face, shaking his shoulders hard. The look on Harry’s face was priceless; he looked like he was about to pee himself from being so scared. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurts. She was crying in Harry’s shoulder then she looks up at me. “Good to see you’re ok.” She smiles and gives me a thumb up.