Harry

His eyes stared into yours, if looks could kill you would be dead a long time ago. His usual- cheerful and loving gaze had changed. You were now staring into his eyes and all you could see was darkness. You had rarely witnessed him angry during your childhood, more correctly the part of your childhood that involved him. Your biological father never wanted to be associated with you, he was struggling with a drug addiction and therefore your mother raised you on her own until she met Harry. Harry and your mother Catalina created a life together which involved you in every aspect. Harry would always look after you as you were his own daughter, he was loving, playful but he wouldn't hesitate to put you back in place - if you stepped out of it. 

Lately you had been struggling in school, you were stressed and therefore you tried to find comfort in cigarettes. You tried to hide it from your parents since you knew they would disapprove and probably get upset. Your life had turned into constantly playing "hide and seek" which somehow made smoking even better. You had to hide from teachers, students and your parents in order to not get caught. Although, you were aware of the fact that you would be caught sometime, you never imagined that it would be that soon. 

You had finished school an hour earlier, you thought that you would be home alone at that time of the day. Shame on your for not paying attention to your mother's statement during last night's dinner. She had clearly said "we're off from work tomorrow, how lovely to spend some family time together". You lit the cigarette and walked towards the porch while inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Your mind kept telling you that someone was watching you, you dismissed the thought and ignored the paranoid feeling which seemed to grow stronger for each second. You finished the cigarette and lit another when the front door suddenly flung open, your heart stopped for a second when you saw the man you referred to as your father stand infront of you. His gaze was dark and his body was tensed, he was furious. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed while he approached you. You kept your lips parted, not uttering a single word. After glaring at your for a few seconds he placed his hands on your shoulders, shaking you. "What the hell are you doing?!" he repeated angrily. You sighed and rolled your eyes while saying "I am smoking father", he shook his head in disapproval. He was quiet for a few seconds until you interrupted the silence "What? You can't stand me admitting what I'm up to? I am smoking. Smoking." you said in order to provoke him, which seemed to work. "You better drop that attitude Y/N, you're well aware of the fact that I don't stand a bad attitude, especially when you're in the position that you're in." he lectured. You rolled your eyes and began walking off when Harry's strong grip dragged you back, this time to the living room. "What the hell do you want from me?" you exclaimed, irritated. He rubbed his temples in order to somehow calm down "You better keep your mouth shut or so God help me" he threatened. "What are you going to do?" you challenged. "Keep.Your. Mouth. Shut. Y/N." he said through gritted teeth. The sentence you were about to say, was the sentence you would regret as soon as the words left your mouth - "You can't tell me what to do, you're not my father!" 

He bit his lip, he took a last glance at you and turned his back. His footsteps were heavy and you knew that you had hurt him. You followed every step he took while you ranted about how sorry you were. He ignored every word and his steps took him to the garden were you mother was. As soon as she saw Harry's face and you in tears behind him, she knew that something was off, very off. "What's going on here?" Catalina exclaimed, she was very confused. "Ask your daughter, Catalina, apparently I ain't her father anymore - I never was" your heart sunk and your mother angrily walked up to you. "Is that true? Huh?" she questioned while the anger was raising in the air, you were quiet. "Answer me GOD DAMN IT" she yelled, your eyes were focused on the grass below you. "I didn't mean what I said" you said, meaning every word. Harry stepped in between the two of you "Y/N, go straight to your room. I need to discuss with your mother" you shamefully nodded and slowly walked to your room. Fucking hell. 

A/N: HAPPY FRIDAY! A little update, who doesn't like an angry Harry, hihi. Have a nice weekend!