My Summer Abroad (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 30- Noah's P.O.V

A/N- So heres the long awaited chapter 30! It's Noah's P.O.V so don't hate me!

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Noah's P.O.V

(a/n- Just so everyone understands this chapter starts out earlier like before Harry even got there and yelled at Noah blah blah blah ect. Understand? If not comment and I'll do my best to explain xD )

"BEEP BEEP BEEP"

I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock. Yes I set my alarm clock in the summer; it's not good to sleep in everyday. I like to wake up at nine fifteen in the summertime, bright and early.

I shoved the covers off of me and landed my feet on the ground to start my morning routine. I start the day with forty pushups and forty sit ups. I sit down on the floor and begin my routine.

"38, 39, 40" I counted, finally finished.

"Noah!" Dad yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah Dad?" I asked as I stood up, wiping my face with a towel mean while making my way to my bathroom.

"I want to talk to you when you come down!" He yelled up the stairs.

"Alright!" I slammed the door shut behind me. Now it's just me and four walls, with no Dad to annoy me. I turned around and faced the mirror to brush my teeth. I brushed my teeth while humming 'Dare you to move' by switchfoot. It's been stuck in my head all night. I finished up and flung my tooth brush back into its holder and striped down for my shower.

"Noah! Are you finished yet?" Dad nagged as I emerged from the bathroom towel drying my hair.

"I'll be down in a minute Dad!" I yelled.

I threw on a pair of slightly tattered jeans and a white t-shirt and ran down the stairs to find dad waiting for me in the kitchen holding onto his probably third cup of coffee.

"Yeah?" I nodded my head for him to go on. I opened up the cabinets in the kitchen searching for something for breakfast. I moved things around until I finally settled for Cheerios cereal.

"I wanted to talk to you about Valeria, John's daughter..." Dad went on as I grabbed a bowl and set it down on the counter.

"What about her? I'm going to go visit her later today..." I asked him as I opened the refrigerator door.

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." He said wearily.

"And why not dad?!" I yelled slamming the refrigerator door shut growing angry.

"Well... It's just..." He stumbled to find the right selection of words.

"It's just what Dad? It's just she's sick!? Is that it? Because I'm very aware of her condition." I screamed at him.

I don't have the best relationship with my father. My Mother passed away five years ago when I was fifteen, ever since then he's been cold and over powering. Now I'm Nineteen almost twenty and it's getting old. Were always disagreeing on things and arguing.

"I just don't think it's a good idea that you continue going around her, I wouldn't want you to get to attached and have something go wrong... Then you won't be able to focus on college and your future." He calmly stated.

I just looked at him, feeling the anger build up inside me. How cold could he possibly be? I know I've only known her for a few days, but I like her. Maybe as a friend... maybe more. But all I know is she needs someone to be there for her and I'm not going to let her down.