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)


16. Sixteen

Hi, Loves. I've realized that it was a bit cruel of me to cut off this story. The choppy ending wasn't so good, hmm? I know you've waited patiently for so long, and I hope I can make it up to you by finishing DELILAH properly. Enjoy, Babes. Love you xoxo.

Also! I don't like how I wrote this story with like past tenses. Using "I took" instead of "I take." Stuff like that, you know? I hated it, actually. So I switched it up a bit and it feels so much better to write! Please remember to keep commenting and tell me what you think! Thank you, always!




"Only four minutes until the New Year starts, come and join us downstairs honey." Mom pushes some hair behind my ear and kisses my forehead. "Listen, I know we've been going through a lot, but I know you're strong, baby girl."

"I get it from my mother." I chuckle, swinging my legs over the bed. 

"Thanks." Dad echoes sarcastically by my bedroom door. "Delilah, Liam says there's someone at the door for you." I politely pass him, curious to know who it is. 

"Dee." I swallow hard when I find Kevin standing at the bottom of the steps. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"Just here me out. Give me another chance. I haven't talked to Violet since we got you back. I swear to you I'm done with her." He looks down at his shoes with hope. "Please." 

I've had enough fighting, and he loves me, I know it. He's never let me down, and I need him. I don't think I'll ever find another Kevin if I let him slip through my fingers. I've strung him along long enough. All I can do is hug him. He takes deep shaky breaths into my shoulder, relieved at my forgiveness. "I love you so much. You know that, yeah?" I nod, and squeeze him tighter.

"Hey, Kevin. I haven't seen you in ages." Dad laughs, patting his back. He has not even the slightest clue what has gone on in the past month and a half. Since I've gotten home, Dad suddenly likes Kevin. I found him speaking of him quite a lot. Asking where he's been and when he'll be over to see me. "Come in, make yourself comfortable." He winks at me, and I show him a small smile before he leads his new friend into the living area to introduce him to everyone. Mom makes her way down the stairs, frantically beginning to hand out poppers and noise makers. The television starts counting down from 30, and everyone stands up from their seats. Kevin grabs me from behind, holding me close and cuddling my neck. But its too soon for that. He notices that I'm still hurt when I pull away from him, and we both end up sharing the same sad expression. So instead I face him and take both of his hands in mine. I hum, wanting to kiss his little pout.15 seconds.... 12 seconds...



One. Everyone cheers and locks lips in tradition. "Do I get a kiss?" Kevin whispers, his pout turning into a hopeful grin. He tugs at my fingers as the smooches around us die down and he waits for a response from me. I take a glance at his lips, aching to kiss the guy who broke my heart. He takes my face gently, and taps a small smooch to my mouth. It shocks me with a familiar fire that I find myself craving. Just like I always have. I kiss him again, wanting more. My mouth sucks gingerly on his plump lips while he licks the smoothness of mine. I lock my arms around his neck, kissing him harder until he abruptly pulls away, and I stand up to his ear. "Can we go to my room?" Everyone has gone into the kitchen to get more champagne, so we're able to make a clean escape. 

I push him onto my bed and chew at him hungrily. He flips me over, taking control and stealing every ounce of breath I have left in me. I gasp desperately when he begins to peel off my leggings, the cold air hitting my skin. I try to unbutton his shirt as fast as I can, but he becomes impatient and tears it off himself. "Oh my god." I keep saying it over and over again. The buttons of his top have managed to dance across the wooden floor beneath us. "Oh. Oh my god. Mmm-my god." he bites my neck, and I wrap my legs around him to create the friction that we both want. 

There are no lights on in the room, its almost pitch black. "Oh my god." The music is thumping loud below us. The beat is steady and even, unlike my heart. I start sweating, and he takes a second to pull away and lift my top off. I shiver at the loss of his warmth, but it needs to be done. Before he can lean back in, I tug his pants down. I pull his hair as he nibbles at my chest, moaning. His laughs rumble against my body and he kisses down to my belly button. I hear my full name being spoken in soft whispers while I tug at his now damp locks. Then I feel his fingers loop through my underwear, and I curse. "It's cold." I squeeze my legs together, and he swings my quilt over us. I close my eyes as soon as his lips come into contact with the newly exposed skin. Lungs gasping desperately for air, he shimmies out of his boxers, and goes straight up to my neck. Our bodies tangle beneath the covers after he gets my bra off and onto the floor. Before he connects our bodies, I grab his face to make one thing clear. "I love you." I let out a strangled moan. "I never stopped." I breath hard in his face and he just nod, continuing. 

"Oh m-my."

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