Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

77. Talk!

I walked up the driveway, shuffling through my purse to find my keys. When I did I pulled out the house key, fumbling to get it into the keyhole until the door opened on its own. Gen appeared with a bagel in her hand and Pepper at her feet.

"Was he trouble?" I asked referring to Pepper.

"Not at all" Gen answered with a full mouth, making me giggle.

"What did you come for?"

She set the bagel down on a plate and brushed her hands on her jeans before she spoke, "Zayn and Niall have no idea where Harry is" she began, "Both told me Beth knew, so what we're going to do today is talk to Beth"

"Yeah, about that" I said, "I was already told that Beth knew about Harry's location"

Gen's shoulder's dropped, "And you didn't tell me because...?"

I shrugged, "I'm sorry but, I don't really want to know where he is" I explained, which was both true and a lie.

"But, is he coming to the funeral?" she asked, looking at me for an answer.

I sighed pushing my growing bangs out of my face, "I guess so" I tried avoiding saying yes, "It would be a good idea to know where he is, isn't it?" I was hoping for a yes...or a no.

Gen nodded grabbing her bag and heading for the door, "We have to talk to Beth"

~ Harry's _ POV +

"Mail came in for you" Gemma tossed a package in front of me from where I sat on the dinner table.

I thanked her checking the mailing address, feeling my hands begin to shake seeing it was from the DNA place.

I ripped open the big yellow envelope pulling out stacks of files and useless sheets of paper before pulling out the results.

It was a photograph of various bands of ink scattered around the paper. One strand of bands was labeled as Josie's DNA, another as mine, and the last as my dad's.

The bands that belonged to Josie and I matched quite perfectly, as for my father and Josie had no matches. I sighed in relief feeling myself want to tear up. I finally had evidence of what my father did. I finally had the power instead of him.

I held the papers to my chest before getting up and grabbing my coat. I was going to file a report against my dad...

I was going to file that report against my dad.

~ | _ | +

"We'll look into it Mr. Styles" a male officer told me as he took the large envelope from my hands.

"How long will it take?" I asked him before he was able to walk away.

"It depends" he began to walk back to his office until I stopped him.

"Can it be quick?" I asked him with pleading eyes, "I don't want him walking around like nothing anymore"

The officer looked at me, "This man, he's your father am I correct?" he asked making me confused.

"Uh, yes he is"

"What is the reason for us to perform quicker on this investigation?" he asked me.

There was no anger inside me from his comment. Just vulnerability, and the desperation.

"I don't want him near this little girl he fooled people into thinking was his" I explained, "I don't want him near any of the kids he fooled people into thinking was his. Because although I hate to admit it, a part of me is in all of them. And if I'm afraid of him, so are they. I have the evidence for you already just please, I need him locked away" I begged.