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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20. Twenty

"Hi Daddy." Minnie says, touching the glass with her finger tips. My eyes avert to his clothes right away, taking note of the black jumper he's wearing. It's not orange like in the tv shows. Also, there's no phone like you see in the movies. There's a large piece of glass separating us, and a metal cirle with holes so we can hear him speak. his arm is in a sling, and his right shoulder is bandaged underneath the black jail fabric. I stare at his aged face and don't sit down in the chair provided for me. I know it may be weird that I'm the only one standing, but I'm observing. Of course I dont want to remember this image of my dad, and I'm starting to think that maybe this is too much for me. But I can't stop looking.

"Hi, Baby." He says to Minnie. 

"I didn't want to bring them," Mom begins. "It's just that Louis-"

"It's okay. They're old enough." He assures her contently, looking at her softly and tiredly. You can see in her face already that she disagrees. "How are you?" he asks her.

"As you'd expect." she sighs. 

"I wish I could hold your hand." He tells Mom, getting closer to the glass. 

Harry finally looks up at me in my standing position. "Hey pumpkin." he grins at me, a way to soothe my nerves as I stare intently at whats in front of me. "What's wrong?"

"You're in jail." I tap my finger against the glass and finally snap out of my gaze. I choose to sit. 

"I'll be out of here soon. I promise." he leans back in his seat and swipes a hand across his face. "I can't stay in here. I didn't do anything wrong. Understand?" And we nod. Mom is biting on her nail, and he's glaring at her. Not in a mean or spiteful way. 

"Love, talk to me." he knocks on the glass to wake her up a bit. 

She just shakes her head a little.

"I'm not staying in here. I'm okay. Your okay. The girls are okay. It could be worse than this." 

"You're hurt." she whispers almost. She looks like she wants to cry. 

"So is he." 

"Is he in there? With you?" she asks, that's something I didn't think about until those words slipped from her mouth. 

"They've got him locked up on the other side. I only saw him once." 

"Harry..." Mom voice cracks, and I know the tears are coming. 

"What baby? Talk to me." 

"I can't." She says, a little louder. "I don't like to be separated from you." she slaps a hand against the hard glass, and the noise echoes a bit. 

"I can still hear you. What's in your head?" She looks at me, then glances at Minnie. I can tell she's holding it in because we're here. Everybody can tell. I almost consider leaving, but I'm too curious. "It's just me and you." he helps, and she just breathes out hard before finally saying it. 

"I've caused you so much trouble, Harry... These last twenty years. I just keep piling it on you like weights and you just take it." she cries, holding her face in her hands. "I don't know why you've stayed with me so long." she gasps for air and lets out a hard sob. "You're in jail because of me." she says slow. "Because of me. And that man just keeps popping up no matter how many times I pray that he'll go away but he's never going to go away." she's completely broken down, crying into her own lap with Minnie's hand rubbing her back. To the point where my Dad can't take it any longer. He wipes his face quickly and pushes his chair back to stand up. His figure moves to talk to the guard by the door, red eyes and all. I watch him while my sister comforts my mom as she mumbles on things that I can't even understand anymore. 

Within sixty seconds, Dad is in the same room as us, freshly handcuffed with a guard behind him. His elbows are bent because of his sling. He kicks mom's chair back and she stands up abruptly, falling to weep into his chest. She holds him so closely, but he can't embrace back. All he can do is breathe into her neck with tears falling down his face. I know hearing her cry this way is killing him. It's something that none of us has seen before. He manages to wiggle from her grip and get his hands to cup her face. "It's not your fault I'm in here. It's not your fault he did that to you. None of this is because of you. I've told you before and I'll tell you again. You are the strongest person I've ever met. You make me strong. Stella, I've stayed with you because I can't live without you. When we were younger, I was so shitty to you. You forgave me the way you shouldn't have. But I'm still here and I won't ever leave, no matter how shitty our lives get and no matter how old we grow. You know that don't you? None of this is your fault. Not any of it." He looks at Minnie and I, and turns her head to look at us too. "Look at how beautiful they are." She nods slowly, her wrinkles deepening as she grimaces sadly. Still breathing hard. "They're all you. Strong, smart, with big hearts."

"Delilah." She sobs once more. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I wait for her to put me down as the black sheep. I want to know what she'll say about me once she collects herself. "She's you. She isn't your blood but she's all you. All her characteristics, her passions, her mindset."

"They're ours. We made them. You and I created who they are and who they're becoming. Beautiful young women." I make fists at my sides, holding in my breaths as they hold one another. He kisses her forehead hard and Mom finally stops crying. Just weep escape her lips almost silently. Minnie and I stare intently with our mouths fallen open.

"You can drag me through hell and back and I still won't ever leave your side." He tells her. "I love you. Always." I watch as his fingers brush right over her trembling bottom lip. Her eyes are glistening the way they always do when Dad swoons her. Although, this hasn't happened in a while. They've always been in love, so in love, but marriage troubles have hit them hard over the past few years, and it wasn't hard to notice in our house. This is extreme, and I'm getting that aching feeling where I want to go home and wish for everything to go back to the way it was before William slithered into the picture. I bet Mom wishes that a lot too. But this is something that she's been dealing with for years and years. Considering how much this feeling makes me sick, I can't imagine what it's like for her. 

So she begins to kiss Harry all over his face, knowing that she won't be with him for possibly the next few days. The guard has been more than generous for allowing this to happen, but Dad has always been able to charm people, even if it's just with his name. From his brows to his cheekbones to his lips, smooch after smooch until she's ready to let him go. He takes it, a grin on his face the entire time. It moments like that that make me wonder how they were when they were younger, before I existed. Probably the same as I see right in front of me, without the little gray hairs and fallen skin on their faces. "I love you." she whispers. "I'll get you out of there, I swear on it Harry." he smiles down at her while she promises him, and pecks her cheek one more time. He shuffles to Minnie to kiss her forehead. 

"I love you, baby." he winks, and turns to me. "Pumpkin." Dad grins, then presses his face against my hair. "I love you so much. Blood or not. I repeat it until I'm blue in the face. As long as you believe it." He kisses my temple. 

As he walks back toward the door with the big guard, Minnie and I go to comfort our mother. The three of us hold on to each other, keeping her up while we watch him walk back in.

He just smiles his famous smile. 

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