DELILAH *Sequel*

I guess I'm not the daughter that they expected to have. Oh well.
My mother (the only person in this world that defends me) was diagnosed with lung cancer just a few months ago, and none of us even want to think about how much longer she has. My older sister, Minnie, just went off to college, and without daddy's little princess in the house, he gets mad about everything and anything. He hates the love of my life, my friends, my job and all the other things in my life that I love.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, my father is Harry Styles... Right?

Part II to MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fan-fiction)


5. Five

"Don't you think she's old enough to know, Harry?" Mom questioned, in her low whisper voice. Neither of them had any idea that I was listening from outside of their bedroom. 

"No. She's never going to know because we're never going to tell her." Dad answered firmly. 

"She doesn't understand why Minnie looks like you and she doesn't."

"The point is, she's my daughter and that's final. My name is on the birth certificate. And-"

"Shhh! Quiet down, she'll hear us. She's just in the next room." Dad huffed, and my hands started to shake. My brain couldn't process the situation fast enough. 

"She'll think of me differently." 

"No she won't, baby. Delilah loves you." 

"She thinks I'm a shitty father, already. I don't-"

"Look at me." Mom said in a muffled tone. "She's mature enough to know. And she won't stop loving you if we tell her. You're the one that raised her. You taught her how to ride a bike and tie her shoes and drive a car. He didn't. It's not like she'll ever meet him." 

"But what if she decides to go find him? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she was even in the same room as that bastard." 

"It's not gonna happen." she assured him. That was when I scurried down the stairs, because I knew that the conversation was finished. I opened my laptop and pretended to do something productive as they both entered the living room. My mind was sorting through a bazillion different questions. He's not... Are they going to tell me right now? Why would they wait so long? Why... Why...

I knew one thing for sure. The man who's claimed that he's my father for seventeen years, isn't.


I acted differently within the next week. I didn't fight with Dad or sneak out to see Kevin. I was just blank. And they still hadn't told me about my newly unexpected discovery. 

I was lying on the couch flicking through the channels when the doorbell chimed. I sluggishly forced myself up and strutted to the front entrance. A man appeared on the other side of the door with a warmly awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Hi... Erm, my name is William."  

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