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)


1. One

My house is full of people. We're having a going away party for Minnie before she leaves to college, and Dad says it has to be perfect. The thing is... I don't exactly like people. Never have.

I smoothed out my tight white dress and stood up to answer the door for yet another guest. "Hi Liam." I mumbled, smiling kindly as he entered. He kissed my cheek and joined the party, while his wife, Tessa, started a full blown conversation with me. Great. Hows school? Any boys? I'm hip, don't worry you can tell me anything blah blah blah. They were expecting their first child, and I noticed that she'd grown. I didn't say anything because I was afraid she'd cry. Dad says that Liam told him how sensitive she's been. So I kept my cool and answered her irritating questions, then led her to my mom who was in the kitchen. I ended up sitting in my previous spot, looking around to observe my surroundings. Minnie was talking to Louis in the corner, her long hair wrapped in a french braid. Her dress sort of resembled mine, but it was hot pink, to match her nails. Grandma was at the breakfast bar, talking to Mom and Aunt Gemma, while Tessa picked at the little appetizers on the counter. I looked over to my left to see Dad chatting with his best friends, Zayn and Liam. Niall wasn't here yet, but he said he'd come. 

My father is Harry Styles. He used to be a part of a boy band called One Direction. I've seen all the posters and stuff. Mom says that girls all over the world would go absolutely mad about them, but I don't exactly know why. Zayn is still famous, quite a legend actually. And the rest of the guys don't really worry about their celebrity life. Mostly because its dead. 

Niall showed up with some guys named Josh and Andy that I've never seen before. While everyone partied, I took the time to sneak to my room. Gladly nobody noticed, as usual. I painted my toes dark purple and listened to music, blocking out all the fun that was going on downstairs. 


Something was hitting my window, but I ignored it. But then it started bothering me so I finally got up to see what it was. My boyfriend, Kevin, was looking up at me, smiling. I rolled my eyes playfully. "What are you doing here, loser?" I joked, looking down into his bright brown eyes. "I told you I have people over." 

"Yeah, but I wanted to see you." He flirted. "And I knew you'd be locked up in your room." I bit my lip, annoyed that he knew me so well. We'd been together for almost a year, and my parents don't have any clue about him. And I'd like to keep it that way. 

I slipped my black leather jacket over my dress and swung my feet over the window sill with my sandals in my hand. I've done this about a million times, but Kev is always afraid that I'm gonna fall and die. He watched me carefully as I cautiously stepped on each misplaced brick. Some of them were popping out of the side of the house, and I used them as a ladder to get down. When I reached land, I wrapped my arms around his warm neck and pulled him to me. His scent made me want to melt. I hummed as he kissed my ear. "Nice stubble." I told him, feeling the scratchy hair on his jaw.

"Nice dress." he winked, knowing that I'm not a dress-type of person. "I had a nice view from down here." he smirked. 

"Shut. Up." I gasped lightly and hit him in the shoulder. Then he gripped my waist and pushed me up against the bricks. He used his gentleness to place a soft kiss to my lips, making me blush.

"Shall we?" he offered me his arm, and I gladly linked onto him. He led me to his motorcycle, which was parked right in front of my house. I honestly didn't care if anyone saw me riding away with him. I sat behind him, tightly holding onto his torso as he started the engine. The roar frightened me, making me jump. He chuckled as I rested my head on his back, feeling his dark locks tickle my face. "Ready?"

"Ready." I assured him, giving his body a squeeze. I looked at my house, and the blinds were wide open. I blinked for a quick second, and when I reopened my eyes, I saw my father shooting daggers at us. "Go, Kevin. Go." I said loudly, noticing that Dad had made a jump for the front door. Before I knew it, my hair was blowing in the wind and I was breathing heavily. 

This was only the beginning. 

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