Chapter 17: Niall Styles

Harry POV:

Holy shit I can’t believe that I just blurted that out, in front of my father, who I hadn’t seen in the longest time, what was he going to think of me? How would he react to my choices and preferences? So many thoughts running through my head just trying to grasp the slightest idea of what he may say back to me.

“Oh, so this is who has been keeping my son happy!” he says as he goes to hug Niall.

“You thought I would freak didn’t you, you thought that I wouldn’t accept this?” he said looking at me in the way a father only looks at his son.

“What? You knew?”

“No, not exactly. Your mother called a couple nights ago asking for the printing company for the t-shirts. So she called writing down the information for Niall’s mom. I asked her what this was for, she said it was for your “monthaversary” so I automatically assumed you were in a relationship, just not with Niall. She wouldn’t tell me any name only that she has never seen you happier. But then she told me that you got shot trying to save the person you love. In that moment I couldn’t care less who you loved as long as you were safe, healthy and ok.”

“D-d-dad…” I say crying out the words. I was so impressed with him, with such little information he grew around everything and only focused on what was important to me, my happiness.

Niall looked at me crying, tearing up a little too. I waved him over and he hugged me, arms wrapped tightly around my waist, mine around his neck.

“So what do you do for a living Mr. Styles?” Niall asks.

“I am the CEO for a restaurant chain, I was the executive chef for about 10 years then Harry was born so I decided to franchise the company and I also owned the restaurant I cooked at. The restaurant in Holmes Chapel just had it’s 25th Anniversary on Friday night.”

“Wait, Catalina’s just had it’s 25th anniversary, Harry and I went there for our 1 month on Friday.”

“Catalina’s, I named it after my Mother, Harry’s Grandma who died before Harry was even born.”

“Oh My God! Can you cook me food?” Niall asks, eyes wide.

“Niall! You don’t just ask someone to make you food! You ask them to make us food!” I say jokingly as my dad takes out a pan.

“Who’s up for seafood stirfry?”

“Me!” Niall shouts, Man I love that boy.

Niall POV:

“So what do you do for a living Mr. Styles?” I ask.

“I am the CEO for a restaurant chain, I was the executive chef for about 10 years then Harry was born so I decided to franchise the company and I also owned the restaurant I cooked at. The restaurant in Holmes Chapel just had it’s 25th Anniversary on Friday night.”

“Wait, Catalina’s just had it’s 25th anniversary, Harry and I went there for our 1 month on Friday.”

“Catalina’s, I named it after my Mother, Harry’s Grandma who died before Harry was even born.”

“Oh My God! Can you cook me food?” I pleaded

“Niall! You don’t just ask someone to make you food! You ask them to make us food!” Harry says, then his dad takes a pan out of a drawer.

“Who’s up for seafood stir-fry?”

“Me!” I yelp. Harry walks over to me and puts his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. We watch as Mr. Styles takes out shrimp, scallops and lobster from the freezer and a little bottle from a locked cabinet.

“What is that?” I ask pointing to the liquid in his hand.

“It’s my dad’s famous seafood dressing oil, he makes it out of fish oils, pomegranate extract, basil, and kelp” Harry explains.

“OOOH!” I say my eyes opening wide as I stare into the stir-fry pan watching everything sizzle.

“Boy’s can you chop some Carrots and water chestnuts up?”

“Sure can!” Harry says getting the supplies from the fridge, he takes me over to the other side of the island and whips out two knives and a cutting board.

Once everything is chopped, diced and cut we throw it into the steaming pan watching Mr. Styles mix everything in the wok with a little spoon.

“So what part of Ireland are you from Niall?” he asks me.

“Oi! You can hear my accent? Mullingar, I thought I developed more of a British accent since I moved here almost three years ago, guess not.”

He laughs at me, dimples in his cheeks, exactly like Harry’s I could see the resemblance indefinitely. They had the same eyes, same hair, except Harry’s dad had a bit of salt and pepper happening, and the same dimples. Hopefully Harry looked like that when he gets older because his dad must have been at least 50 and he only looked around 30 at the most pardon the greying hair. Mr. Styles dishes out the food just as Gemma and Harry’s mom walk in.

“Daddy” Gemma screams, running up to him in her ballet outfit.

“Hey princess” he says kissing her on the cheek.

“Thomas!” smiled Anne as she goes and kisses him on the lips.

“Mommy, Daddy Yuck!” Gemma squirms.

“What Harry and Niall kiss all the time.”

“But they are cute, you guys are old” She says cheekily.

“Your right, they are cute” Anne says.

“Must be that Styles charm” Thomas says winking at Harry.

“No woman can resist these dimples” he says making a goofy face.

“Or Niall” He says jokingly.

I really liked Harry’s dad, he was kind, well rounded, all the things my father used to be. That is until he ran off with another woman when I was six. My mother never dated again, no man would ever replace my father she said. I looked up to see Harry’s family in a group hug. “Come over here Niall” Mr. Styles said, “Welcome to the family.”

Sorry for such a short Chappie i have schoolwork, a job, and a life outside of the internet. I hope you enjoy this one : )