Foolish ~ {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 7

Foolish~7

*2 YEARS BEFORE*

"Stay in your lane dammit!" Harry shouts.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Harry decided for us to be alone. He has a mate who has access to a private beach and is meeting us there to let us in.

"Would you stop laughing at me woman" he sneers.

"I won't if you keep calling me that" I snap.

"Sorry woman" he snickers looking at me.

I roll my eyes just as a sign saying "private drive" out of the corner of my eye.

The ocean was beautiful. And absolutely no one was around.

We pulled into the sandy parking lot and jumped out.

The streaming hot sun warmed my skin. I put aviators on and Harry put on his Ray Bans.

The beach already had casitas with two lawn chairs and an umbrella next to it.

"Harry!" I tall lean man walks towards us.

Almost resembling....

"Hey dad" he says.

I am totally thrown off guard.

"Dad...?" I say so only Harry hears me.

"I'll talk to you about it" he says squeezing my hand.

The men shake hands. And I do the same.

"So this is your place?" Harry says slinging his duffle over his shoulder and followed, apparently his father's, footsteps.

"Yep! 5 star resort. Built it myself. With a team of course" his father says in a faded accent.

"Well thank you so much for letting us be here for the day" I say warmly.

"No problem!" He reaches in his pocket.

He hands us a small envelope with the number "17" on it.

"That's your casita number and room number. You needed a key to get in the gate, so I just gave you a room for the day. You can even stay the night if you'd like" he says in the cheeriest tone.

"Thanks Dad. But I've gotta be at the Venue By 3" Harry states.

"Oh shame. Break a leg son.." He says rather shortly and storms off.

"Well that was strange" I say.

Harry just moans and leads me to our casita.

Once were settled and on our chairs I ask the nagging question.

"So how did you find your dad?"

"Well. He heard from his customers that we were in town. I hadn't spoken to him in years. Not even since my parents split. He called my mum asking for my number and for some damn reason she have it to him" he says.

I lean back in thought.

"Huh. I wonder why he walked off when he said you had a concert..?" I say.

Harry becomes real silent. Staring at the crashing waves.

"Haz?"

"What?"

"Your mind is tinkering"

"No. I mean yeah. But not enough to matter" he replies sharply.

"Harry. If it's bothering you, it's meaningful"

"Reese. You don't need to worry about it" he says in the same tone.

I shoot up and look at his stern face.

"Look at me" I instruct. He doesn't.

"Harry. Your parents divorced. You haven't spoken to this man in years. He wasn't there for you. Now we're sitting in his resort 3,000 miles from home. What is going on?" I ask.

He swallows deeply.

"He really was nice and seemed honest on the phone. I thought he.... Might be different..." He mumbles.

Harry really has grown sensitive. My poor haz.

"Different from what love?" I push.

"He... Hated... I mean couldn't stand.... Loathed.... That I wanted to entertain and perform"