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)

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17. Seventeen

"Its almost one-thirty, I better get going." Kevin kisses my head as I lay there lazily. "I lov-"

 

*knock knock knock* "Delilah? Are you feeling alright? You've been up here for hours, everybody's looking for you." Dad yells over the loud music. I dive for my robe on the floor and Kevin hurries to pick up his scattered clothes. I jump into a pair of sweatpants and shove him into my bathroom as the knob jingles. Then I stumble to retrieve the door for my father. 

"Hi Daddy. Um, Kevin had sort of an incident downstairs with his drink and he wanted to  have a quick shower." He looks at me strangely, like if it makes no sense. 

"You're dressed in your night time clothes already?" he asks. 

"Yeah. I'm tired. Kevin said he'd get going after he gets out. 

"No need. He can hang out with us downstairs." 

"Yeah, I'm sure he'd like that." Kevin walks out, his hair sopping wet and his chest bare. Man, he's good. He smiles at me, and I sigh in calm relief. 

"I'll get you a fresh shirt, mate." 

"Thank you, Sir." Before following my father, my boyfriend gives my bum a fast squeeze. I gasp and tug my hair behind my ear. All I can do now is sigh and hug myself tightly, with a smile plastered on my face. 

I go through my drawers and pull out a large green football t-shirt. Then I get my slippers from underneath my bed and find my way down stairs. Mom is standing at the bottom of the steps, talking to somebody from her job. I know they haven't seen each other in months because Mom left work a while ago. I gently hug her, and she giggles in surprise."Whats this for?" she squeaks, with a gentle stare. She kisses my face again and again. 

"I just love you." I tell her, smiling. Her reaction seems off, and I know she's bewildered because I don't do this very often. I just feel lovable. I want to give love. I go around and start hugging people. First Liam, then Mom's good friend Helen. When I get to Louis, he squeezes me harder than the others. 

"I'm glad you're okay, little one." he kisses my ear. 

"Don't say I told you so." I say, because that's the last thing i need right now. He told me to stay away, and I didn't even think about listening to him. 

"I won't." he smirks, squeezing my arm and walking to another crowd. I spot Kevin across the room, a fresh navy blue shirt is now adorning his chest. He just smiles and waits for me to approach him. I feel like I'm about to go under water, like a funk is about to suffocate me. Since I got home, I've really been beating myself up about this whole William thing. And this is the first time I've felt peaceful since before all of that drama. And it's slipping through my fingers. I can't keep myself above the water. I find myself trying to get to him faster, as if he holds the key to keeping that peace flowing through me. By the time I reach his hand, my smile has vanished and my lip is quivering. 

"What's wrong, Love?" His free hand goes straight for my cheek while I just stare at his concerned face. I hug him, the smell of my dad filling my senses. He holds me tighter just after the first sob escapes. "Talk to me." 

"I'm just so stupid." I whisper, and I can barely get the words out. "Why did I do that?" I add, gripping onto the thin fabric if the shirt. 

"Baby, you're not stupid." His lips are touching my ear. "You were only curious." the noise that comes out of his mouth sounds like a giggle. 

"Kevin, I'm serious." My voice trembles, and I know I need to get out of there. I grab his arm and tug him to the restroom. He shuts the door behind us and I let myself go. With my hands over my face, I cry and cry. 

"Okay, I have to admit. What you did was a tad stupid." He says, while I'm desperately gasping for air. "But hey, look at me." he snatches my chin. "It's over. It's in the past. Just forget about it, yeah?"

"I can't just drop it like it never happened." its almost a yell. "It's going to haunt me for the rest of my life." 

"Only if you let it, Dee." He hugs me loosely. "He won't come back here, ever. Your dad made sure of that." With my face in his hands he questions me to make sure I understand. "Okay?" I nod. "Don't let that ruin you're night. Lets go back." Kevin helps me wipe my tears until I'm left with swollen eyes and leads me back to the party. 

~~~

After about an hour I've become completely soothed, until I realize that I haven't seen my mother in a while. I don't allow myself to get nervous, and I push my anxiety aside. I see my dad looking curiously around the room at the few people who are left. His eyes lock with mine just before he mouths "Where's your mum?" And I only shrug, pushing the anxiousness away once again. It's the middle of the night, she probably got tired and went to bed. But I'm sure I would've seen her saying goodbye to our guests. I'm standing by the stairs sipping at my cup of pop, staring at Kevin from across the room. He's looking through our cds, getting ready to set a new one in the player. The song that's playing is fast and a bit loud, but I manage to hear a loud crash over the volume. Nobody even twitches, but I shout at Kevin, "Pause the song!" He looks at me, concerned at my furrowed brows. "Now!" And he does it. 

I hear a deafening shout. And I'm not the only one. 

I start my jog up the stairs until I'm pushed aside by my father. He makes it to the top before me and runs to the source of the cries. I follow without any hesitation. Dad and I stand frozen in the entrance of my parent's bedroom shocked at what in front of us. William.

And Harry can't stop him this time. Because he has a gun pressed to my mother's head.

 

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