I Want To Break Free ❤ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 29

I held my breath as he looked through the messages. I could see how his jaw tensed with every word he read. He was angry, maybe even furious. He didn't say anything, just locked the phone and gave it back to me. I wasn't realizing that my hands were trembling until I got the phone back. He remained silent for a while. I was still nervous, not knowing what he would do.

“Is he stalking you or something?” he suddenly asked. His gaze were up in the roof somewhere.

“Yes,” I almost whispered, still looking at Harry with nervous eyes.

“Why?” Harry asked and tilted his head to look at me. It was hard to read his expression, but I think it was a mixture of seriousness and worry. And, maybe, revenge.

“I don't know,” I said with a trembling voice.

“Do you know who he is?”

“No. Well, sort of,” I admitted. This is it, this is the moment when he'll find out all about it. There's no turning back now.

“Have you ever met him?” Harry asked, and looked a bit more worried now, making everything feel a bit easier since he didn't look that serious anymore. I started to cry a bit again, but took a deep breath and answered him with a “Yes”.

“When?” Harry asked.

“A few months ago. On my way home from the library one night.”

Dammit, Amber, just say it!

“That's when you met him for the first time?” I slowly nodded.

“Anything happened?” Harry asked, even though he probably knew the answer already. I closed my eyes and gulped before answering.

“Yes.” He didn't say anything, just waiting for me to keep on telling him. He gently grabbed my hand, just to make it easier for me to tell him, he saw how hard it was for me.

“The man, he...he...” I was interrupted by a knock on the door. We both quickly turned our heads in that direction.

“It's my dad,” I said and climbed over Harry to get to the door. I stopped and turned around to look at Harry.

“Please, can you sit somewhere else, I don't want him to get the wrong impression,” I said and couldn't help but blush. Harry actually gave me a smirk, before making his way from the bed to the sofa, that'd been moved slightly. As I walked towards the door the though hit me. What if it wasn't my dad.

“Amber, are you there?” I let out a sigh in relief.

“Yes dad, I'm coming!” I shouted back and unlocked the door, making sure that I had wiped away all my tears. I let him in. He looked pretty messed up too, why wouldn't he, considering all that'd happened. I could hear how his footsteps stopped as he walked inside the flat. He'd probably seen Harry. I locked the door again and turned around. I was right, dad was looking in his direction. Harry was the first to say something in the uncomfortable situation.

“Hi!” he said with a big smile and walked towards us.

“Hello,” dad said, still looking confused.

“I'm Harry! Nice to meet you, sir.” He stretched out his right hand so dad could shake it. I couldn't help but smile when dad responded the gesture by putting his hand in Harry's.

“Oh, I see. Nice to meet you too Harry. I'm Steve, Amber's father. But I guess you knew that already.” Harry nodded and gave dad one of those smiles that showed his cute dimples.

“So, this is the guy you've been telling me about..” dad said as he turned his face and looked at me, and for the first time that day, he smiled a real and happy smile. I blushed and nodded slowly.