Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 56.

"Papa," I sniffle, chuckling,"You've only been here for a few minutes with me, you couldn't possibly know what kind of woman I am."

"A father always knows,"He says tapping my forehead, before turning to the rest of the group,"Does everyone have their bags so we can go?"

"Yes, Leo just grabbed my last bag," Emily says, pulling the handle on her wheeled suitcase all the way up.

"Let's get going then," My father says grabbing my mother's hand,"Which way Harry?" My father asks, not making a single move to collect the bags he's dumped on my poor people pleasing boyfriend.

"Parking lot five, it's to your left there, sir,"Harry replies adjusting the straps on the four bags he has slung over evenly on each shoulder.

"Andiamo amore," My father says to my mother walking away to the left, Leo and Emily lugging their bags behind them. I walk over to a struggling Harry, who's hair is surprisingly moist and put together telling me he must have brushed it in the bathroom.

"You look like a donkey," I laugh, pulling the two handles of the wheeled suitcases from his hands.

"Are you trying to call me a jackass?" He smirks, leading the way behind my family,"Is it the hair? Am I trying too hard?"

"Did you brush it in the bathroom," I ask fighting back laughter. It isn't everyday that I see Harry questioning his appearance so the fact that he brushed his hair neatly behind his ears in the airport bathroom is just too much and I love him even more for it.

"I thought it looked more presentable this way," He says defensively as we trail behind the rest of the group.

"You look handsome," I tell him sweetly,"Very do-able if you know what I mean...but in case you don't I can show you,"I say softly leaning into him.

"Anissa, don't even start with that right now,"Harry says in a flustered voice.

"Start what?" I say innocently biting my lip.

"Are you trying to make this even more awkward for me?" Harry says with a smirk, shaking his head at me,"I am trying to get your parents to like me and I don't think loading their luggage with a boner from their daughter is the best next move."

"Fine," I laugh, pouting my lips.

"Clearly your father already hates me," Harry huffs, pushing back one of the falling straps.

"He doesn't hate you, on the contrary I think he really likes you," I tell him even though I have no clue yet, but knowing my father I know he'll warm up to Harry,"He's just testing you."

"Well it's worth it,"Harry smiles, just as we begin to finally catch up with my family as they exit through the airport door,"Anything to get parental stamp of approval."

We walk as fast we can carrying my parents luggage until finally leading the way toward Harry's car. After loading all the luggage into the trunk and tying a few suitcases onto, we all get into the car, my father insisting I sit up front with Harry, probably to watch our interaction.

"So Harry your father tells me you've been quite the worker these past few months,"My father says as we pull back onto the freeway,"Do you plan on taking up his offer as head of Styles Inc since Mar..

"Yes, I do," Harry interrupts quickly, his hands gripping the wheel tighter,"I'm really glad my father even considered me to take the position over his associate."

"He always spoke highly of your intelligence,"My father says, my mother nudging him before whispering.

"Cristano, no business talk..we're on vacation," She scolds.

The rest of the car ride is spent discussing simple things like the weather and the flight over here, most of the talking being done by Emily, Leo and me.

As we near closer to our street, I turn my head slightly, watching my father's face begin to twist in discomfort. I know exactly what is on his mind and I'm grateful he decides to keep his thoughts to himself. If we're lucky, Mr. Styles might have kept the fact that Harry and I own a home together, a secret.

I stare at the window that is know covered in large droplets of water, the rain from this morning returning all at once pouring down on the car without letting up. When we finally pull into our drive way I decide that if asked, I'll tell my father we are only renting the beach house, not that we own it.

"This is where you're staying?" Emily asks in awe,"The beach is literally your backyard! It's beautiful."

"Thanks," I smile, opening the car door with my umbrella in hand so that everyone can get out of the car without getting soaked.

"You guys go on in, I'll get your things," Harry says handing me the keys to the front door.

"It's pouring out here Harry, Leo and I will help , it'll be faster between us three," My father tells him. I quickly open the front door, allowing my mother and Emily to pass inside away from the rain.

"Make yourselves at home,"I tell them turning up the heater,"I'm going to go out and give Harry the umbrella so they don't get too wet out there."

I quickly pull Harry's rain coat from the the hanger in the closet near the door, putting it on, the large hood covering my entire head, the hem reaching down to my knees. I walk down the driveway, holding the umbrella with one hand, the other hand keeping the hood out of my eyes.

"Here's the umbrella,"I tell Harry as he lowers the last suitcase from the top of the car, handing the next one to Leo who takes it and rushes in behind my father who also has a wheeled suitcase and two duffle bags.

"It's fine, I can't hold the umbrella and the bags," Harry says ducking underneath the open trunk, slinging the last of the bags over his shoulder just as his phone begins ringing in his pocket,"Shit, Anissa can you get that for me please?"

I nod, reaching into his back pocket, pulling the phone out, the back head up. Before I can flip it over I take the keys from Harry's other pocket so I can lock the car. Harry begins rushing inside before saying,"If it's Zayn don't answer."

I flip the phone over and sure enough it's still ringing and it's Zayn. Despite my better judgement I decide to answer, sliding my finger across the screen. Zayn has been calling Harry nonstop making me feel that he obviously has something very important to say. I raise the phone to my ear, but before I can even say hello a raspy, oddly familiar voice speaks.

"It's Martin please don't hang up it's extremely important. It's about dad.."

I feel a cold shiver throughout my entire body. I practically drop the phone into the puddle collected at my feet, quickly recovering, placing my right hand underneath it.

"Harry? Hello?"