Two Ghosts // h.s.

15:: waiting on a friend

Harry

Arabella and I finished dinner before I gave my mum a kiss. My mum made sure Arabella was comfortable here as she always saw her as a second child. I rolled my eyes at the way they bonded. Arabella must have told her about New York, it's the only situation that I won't shut up about lately.

"I will see you two in the morning, yes? We should go to kayaking!" My mum smiled and jumped up and down with Arabella's hands in hers.

Arabella laughed. "It's almost November, are you sure?"

"I don't care I just want to do a fun activity before I don't see you guys for years again. You two will fly out here for thanksgiving though, I will nonstop message you two. We will finally have enough family including Arabella now!" My mum became all giddy while Arabella and I continued to laugh at her reaction. She kissed both of our heads and smiled. "We will figure something out tomorrow morning, get some sleep. I love you both."

We said goodnight and our I love you's until it was time to run upstairs and hop into bed. Arabella begged to take another sexy shower as the wine was coursing through her veins. I laughed. "I will meet you in there silly girl."

"Don't be late!" she yelled and shut the door behind her before the shower turned on and I smirked.

I walked out of the bedroom quickly to run downstairs and grab my phone from the counter to charge. I picked it up and before I ran back up the stairs a hand stopped me on my shoulder.

"Harry," My father spoke in a stern voice. "May I talk to you?" My insides began to tighten and crumble as I began to panic. I knew the argument we had wasn't over and this was just the beginning. I sighed and tried to play it cool. We walked over to the kitchen table while my father turned the corner to grab a beer from the fridge. "Do you want one, son?"

"I don't drink," I tell him sternly as he nodded.

"I forgot about that," he gulped down his before walking over to me and sitting down. My body stiffened up. "I just wanted to tell you overall that I am proud of you. You put a lot of work into where you got and you're modeling for Gucci now while working on music of your own. I didn't know that. You never visit and I never knew you were going to move onto bigger things. I thought you were just done and was going to sit at home all the time will millions of dollars."

"You really thought that?" I asked as he nodded in agreement. "You really thought I would stay at home and reminisce on the past? I am like you. You are set for life but you continue to work just to have something to do. Have you realized I am a lot like you?"

"Yes, I have Harold. And I just think what I want best for you," he sighed. I shook my head at his response knowing that wasn't just it. All parents want what is best for their child but I know he was more than just wanting the best for me.

"You just want our family to have a good reputation. You don't want me to do anything in the public that is bad and disgraceful to this family. You were always scared of that when I first started to gain notice I would call it. Why do you think I never drink? I want to keep a good reputation and I have learned on how much of an idiot I am on alcohol," I explained through my own eyes. I knew he just wanted a good reputation behind the name Styles, he didn't want his now only child to be the fuck up for the rest of the generations.

"Harry, you know I didn't mean just that. I also meant that I want you to be safe and I don't want you to give up with how far you've come. I tend to be an honest drunk person when I do drink but I truly just want you to have a good outlook and your children in the future to be proud," my father patted my shoulder and sat in the chair across from me.