Unconditionally (Harry Styles)

Chapter 19

I stood in the doorway in complete and utter shock. Maybe I'm hallucinating. What if I'm going crazy?Oh my goodness, I think I'm going crazy. This is not good, not good at all. I thought I was better! I was finally happy again, and now my mind is playing tricks on me. Why? Why me?

"Sydney, are you okay?" the man in the wheelchair says. I refuse to believe that this man is my dad.

"It's me, Sydney."

What? No. No, I don't believe this.

"No." that's all I can say.

"Yes, Sydney it's me. I'm not dead. Never was actually." He chuckles.

Stop Sydney. Stop this right now. He's not alive. He died over a month ago, right? Yes, right. I don't know who this man is, but he can't be my dad.

"Well can you let me in so I can see my wife?" he says with a big grin on his face.

I don't say anything. I just move out of the doorway and let the strange man wheel into my house.

"Scott?!" my mom comes walking out of her room. She looks just as shocked as I did, if not more.

She looks at me then back at the man.

"It's me, honey." he says smiling.

"But... but how?" she asks.

I still can't believe this. I refuse to believe this.

"I never died. I just got shot in the leg! Then I went missing in action for awhile. But I got help, and now I'm here. I'm home... I'm home for good now..." he says smiling.

"Oh my god, Scott!" my mother runs over to this man, tears pouring out of her eyes. "I thought I lost you Scott." She cries as she bends down to give him a hug.

Before I know it, I have tears running down my cheeks. Either this man is really my father, or I am having one hell of a hallucination.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Sydney. It's me. I'm home." He says smiling.

Without realizing it, I am walking over to this man... my father... and embracing him in my arms.

Tears are pouring all down my cheeks... but they don't burn this time. If this is real... this is definitely the best day of my life.

"I love you, Dad" I say crying on his shoulder.

"I love you, Sydney" he says.

After we finish giving him our share of hugs, there is a moment of silence.

"So, how long are you going to be in the wheelchair?" my mom asks him.

"Forever... my legs are paralyzed." He says.

"Oh.." my mom looks down.

That sucks.

"Oh well. At least I'm alive, right?" We all chuckle.

"Wow" that's all I can say right now. Wow.

My heart feels like it could explode from excitement. I'm so lucky. I'm the luckiest girl in the world right now.

"Well, it's beautiful here!" my dad says.

"Yeah, we love it" my mom says.

"How's the modeling thing going, Sydney?" he asks.

"It's going really great, actually. I'm really happy there." I say smiling.

"That's so great." he says smiling just as wide as I am. "How's that boy doing?" he asks with a smirk on his face.