Bad Boy Has A Baby?(Harry Styles FanFic)[slow updates]

Ariana Grace is the new girl in town, her mother past due to cancer and four months after the funeral Ariana's dad thinks its time to start fresh. Ari and her dad had just moved to Holmes Chapel Cheshire and Ari has to attend Holmes Chapel High School where Cheshires bad boy Harry Styles attends.

Harry Styles is the bad boy in town and he doesn't take now for and answer, he is willing to go to extremes to get what he wants. Yeah Harry is an ass but he does have a heart, a heart to only two people his mum and his daughter but will his heart be shown to a third person?


6. Chapter 6

Ariana's Pov

"Dad.....I'm home" I call out as I walked through the front door. 

"IN THE STUDY!" He calls back.

I walk down the hall to the study and opened the door to see my dad reading a book.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"The Great Gatsby" He says as he turns over the page.


"So how was school" Dad asked while looking up from his book.

"It was good" I say.

"Was Niall there?" 

"Yeah. He has gone blonde now" I say.

"Really?" Dad asks with his mouth slight a gap.

"Yeah, he dyed it." 

I looked at my dad and he had an odd expression on his face, like he was in a deep thought.

"Dad, are you okay" I asked.

"How would you feel about me dating again" He asks looking at dead in the eye.

"Well that was out of no where"

"Please just answer the question" He says with a serious look that was spreaded across his face.

"I honestly dont know how to answer that. Dad, where is this all coming from?" I was so confused as to why he would suddenly bring up such a topic.

"Well, there is this girl," He begins. "And her name is Trisha. I met her last week at work. We talked a bit and she was a really nice lady, pretty too. So we talked and we exchanged numbers, and we may or may not went on a few coffee dates these past couple of days." 

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is that i really like this woman and it turns out she has a son about your age." He paused for a moment before speaking again."and I have invited them over for dinner tonight."

I didn't say anything I just looked at him. I didn't know what to say or how i should feel, I mean i'm happy that he is trying to find love again but am i ready for this? Am i ready for a new mother and to add on to this matter she has a son so if if my dad ends up marrying this lady that would mean i would also have a sibling, a brother. Am i ready for that?

"Ari, are you okay"

"Yeah, I'm fine" I lie."Why wouldn't i be." I say

"I was just asking, I mean if you don't want me to date her I wont. I wont do anything until you're ready and okay with it. I promise I wont do anything you're not comfortable with."

"No no. I'm fine with it" I say. "In fact I am happy for you dad, I really am." That was not a total lie, I am happy for him, I am just not happy with the idea or commitments that come with it.

Dad just smiles up at me and said. "Well then that's great. Trish and her son will be here in an hour so how about you get done what needs to be done then go get ready. Okay."

I just nodded and turned around to head to my room to prepare to be ready on what what is about to come.

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Trish and her son were about to arrive and I was almost done getting ready. Even though I'm not exactly sure about my feeling on my dad dating again, I know for a fact that i want him to be happy and if that meant i had to look nice and make a good impression on this lady then so be it.

For tonight I decided on wearing a simple light purple dress with matching shoes.

Suddenly, I heard the door bell ring. They must be here. I walked down the stairs and stopped in front of my door to fix my dress.

When I opened the door i saw a woman. She had short, brown hair, brown eyes and is no taller than me. She was wearing a black lacy dress that stopped at her mid thigh, with black pantie hoes and matching shoes. I can not deny the fact that my dad was right, she is pretty.

"Hello dear, you must be Ariana. My name is Patricia but please call me Trish." She says holding her hand out for me shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Trish." I say with smile as i accept her friendly gesture.

"I baked a cake, I hope you like chocolate." Says Trish.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that." I say.

"Nonsense, its the least i could do for barging into your home like this. My son is getting the cake from the car now, in fact, here he comes now."

I looked behind Trish and I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing here in front of me holding a cake was the one and only Zayn Malik.

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Right now my dad and Trish are consumed in a conversation as I am sitting at the dinner table across from Zayn and I can feel his eyes boring into my head as I stare down at my plate of food. I look up at him finding my self looking into his deep brown eyes and seeing a slight smirk on his face, the similar smirk that Harry seemed to have, the same smirk that made me feel sick to my stomach. So lets get this straight, everyone is telling me to stay away from these two guys and yet one seems to be following me around and the other could possibly end up being my step brother. Great, just great.

"So Zayn, Your mum tells me that you love to draw and that you are good at it to" I hear my dad say.

"Well my mum needs to learn to stop telling people my business" He pauses giving a quick glare to his mum that is seated next to him and continues. "I don't draw I stopped five years ago because its stupid and pointless." He says as he grips his fork really tight.

I look over at Trish who is looking down at her food like I was doing a few minutes ago except she looks sad, disappointed even but mostly sad. She looked up and noticed me starring so I gave her a small sympathetic smile, she returned the small kind gesture with a smile just the same.

Things got very awkward and quiet quickly. After Zayns slight out burst no one knows what to say or do not even Zayn him self, but I don't really think that he even want to say or do anything, chances are that he didn't even want to come tonight.

"Ari, why don't you show Zayn to your room" Suggests my dad attempting to make this night go well.

"But dad I-" I cut myself off seeing the look on my dads my face and I can see he really isn't in the mood for my back talk, so I stood up and started to walk only to stop at the stairs to wait for Zayn to follow.

As the two of us walk we don't say anything and each step we take I dread getting closer. I really do not want Zayn in my room, someones room can tell a lot about a person, their personality, what they like, whether they are organized or messy and some times even ones deepest darkest secrets. I don't want Zayn to know me anymore then he already does, I don't want him in my house let alone my room.



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