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)


2. Two

"I love you Dee." 

"Love you too." I kissed Kevin quickly and strutted off the the front door. I listened as blast of his bike sped down the road. Then I opened the door as quietly as possible, and closed it the same way. When I turned around, I looked up to see dark green orbs blazing down at me. I gasped, and slapped my hand over my mouth.

"Delilah... Giselle.... Styles." he grumbled. I crossed my arms over my chest and swallowed hard, putting on a tough face. "What the hell is going on in your brain?" I cleared my throat, intimidated by his words. But I decided to throw attitude at him. 

"Not sure." I sighed, putting my hand on my hip. "Whats the problem?" It was about eleven, and barely anybody had left. Great.

"The problem?" he asked, astonished and irritated. "The problem is that nobody gave you permission to leave this house."

"It's not the first time I've done it." 

"Excuse me?"

"Don't make such a fuss about it, God." I smacked my gum around, with my eye brows risen. 

"How the f-urgh." he growled, and ran his long fingers through his light curls. "Do you honestly think that I'm not going to worry about you when you've been out doing God knows what with that horny biker prick?" Now he was making a scene. Mom and Grandma were listening from the kitchen, and Louis was on the couch smirking. Minnie was on the wooden floor of the living area, going through her presents, but now she was frozen. 

"He's not!" I whined, stomping my foot. "Kevin is my boyfriend." I just rolled my eyes, knowing that my father was fuming above me. 

"No he's not." he firmly stated, pointing a finger at my nose. 

"Yes he is and he has been for over a year!" 

"You're not allowed to see him anymore." 

"I don't have to listen to you. I love him, Dad. And there is nothing you can do to make me stop seeing him." His eyes pierced with hurt, and his fists clenched. I tried gulping down the scratchy lump in my throat, but I felt like it got bigger. He bit his lip, hard, and I knew that those words had effected him.

"Delilah go to bed we'll talk about this in the morning." Mom said, rushing over to us. I stomped up the stairs. 

"Cut the bullshit attitude." Dad roared in my direction, frightening me. Before I entered my room, l listened carefully to my mother's soothing voice.

"Harry, look at me. Calm down, hmm. Baby, come on, she's seventeen. She was bound to fall in love at sometime, yeah?" I knew that she was running her fingers through his hair, because that what she always does when he's mad. He grunted, still angry, and she shushed him softly. "Cool down a bit, love. She's a teenager." I heard his footsteps barge up the stairs, and I scurried to my bedroom. I plopped onto the bed and kept my ears open. Dad's heavy breathing could be heard from my door. Luckily, he couldn't see my face, because I was facing the wall. I wiped the tear that was striding down my cheek as I heard his sad sigh. 

I fell asleep with raccoon eyes and a Rudolph nose. 

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