Fat // *punk* Harry Styles

seventeen + note

*edited*

Chapter seventeen

Yesterday's events replayed in my head, the letter. I promised to myself that I will leave this place, I promise that I will forget everything about this place.

So I pick my cellphone up and scroll down my contacts. When I see his name I tap over It to call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad" my voice came out small, and I can hear his breath in the phone. "Chris?" His voice held guilt and gladness.

"Yeah of course it's me, unless you have another daughter named Chris, too" I rolled my eyes. And he laughs, "Hey princess" he playfully said.

"I'm not five anymore!" I protested and his laughter became louder. "You are still my princess, Chris" I can sense him smiling because his voice seems happy. "Sure whatever"

He cleared his throat, "So why  did you call if you don't mind me asking" and I chuckled; "Can't I call my Father or you're not my biological father, so I can't call you?" It's sound harsh but I don't give a f.uck.

"What are you talking about, Chris?" His voice held something I can't quite describe. "Don't play stupid Manuel, Marie is not my mother so you undoubtedly are not my father either"

"H-how did you know about that Chris? Did Marie told you herself?"

"I have my source" I sighed, "I am your biological father, Chris. I-I can't explain it here. It's long story" His voice holds sadness, well I don't care about people's feelings, they don't care about mine either so why would I.

"So erm listen here, I am accepted in University of Manchester and Marie told me to drop it. But I don't give a f.uck about what she's said and I need your help" I explain and he sighed before he spoke up "You don't sound like the Chriseve I know, who are you? Put the phone to my daughter"

"Are you kidding? Which Chriseve? The one you left alone with monster and the one that lost her brother? Oh shit he's not even my brother" I rambled and he sighed "I'm sorry for leaving you with her, Chris. Why are you talking like that?"

"Everyone changes Dad"

"Alright, you are right, so what you want me to do"

"Book me one way plane ticket to England on Wednesday, because I have to re-register before Friday. And I have to be there, I want to leave this hell hole" I sighed

"Alright, I will email you the details and message me your passport number-"

"Manuel, time for dinner darling" A women's voice interrupt dad, "one minute honey" dad replied to the women I suppose.

"Who's that?"

"I'll explain to you when you get here, I love you Chriseve" with that Dad hung up the phone.

This jerk that I called my father is ugh.

I walk away from window because I can feel someone watching me, and I'm sure that's him. I walk to the attic to grab my suitcases.

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The last day

I grab some paper and  wrote my goodbye to Marie and Harry.

Dear Mom- Marie.

So this is goodbye, I have a chance to leave this place and I took it.

I got some help from my father, I just want to tell you that I don't give a fuck of what you are thinking right now because I am no daughter of yours.