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That was then, This is now

Ohana Means Family


"You ready?" I walked up to the kitchen where Harry was currently eating breakfast.

"Almost." He puckered his lips t kiss me good morning.

"Ehm definitely not." I pointed at his lips practically swimming in butter from the toasts. Instead I lowered my head to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Unfortunately the movement was slow enough for Harry to turn his head and kiss my mouth.

"Harry." I whined but he merely grinned cleaning his moth with the napkin.

"Aren't you having breakfast?"

"I guess kissing you was my breakfast, I have bread in my mouth." I pointed out.

"See? You're welcome." He winked cockily.

"Done." India practically ran down the stairs with excitement. She really needs to control herself around Harry. But yet it took me a long time too, and I still swoon every single time he looks at me with that sparkling green orbs of his.

Our flight from Portugal yesterday landed really late so India ended up staying at our and we'd take her to my dad's in the morning. And as predicted, she didn't mind.





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"You're fifteen India, behave!" I scold my sister again when she dropped her pringles on the backseat of the car.

I know Harry's trying to concentrate on the road and ignore the crumbs all over the leather seat on the back of his precious baby and that's why I'm trying to correct India for the tenth time since she climbed inside the car.

"We're here." Harry stopping in front of the familiar driveway of my father's car.

I haven't come in here in a while and now that I'm stopped in the front I feel slightly guilty. Understanding my reluctance Harry squeezed my thigh giving me a soft smile and a reassurant nod.

We all exited the car, Harry insisted on carrying India's belonging and she didn't protest.
I walked in the front and knocked hesitantly. I know the house has a doorbell but I rather knock so my father knows it's me when he opens the door.
I was so involved in my thoughts that I haven't even noticed the door opening.

"Mia?" My father gasped.

"Hey." I bit my lip nervously.

"What are you doing here?" He pushed me to his arms. Caught off guard I stumbled a little but held on to him.

"I uh I came to drop India." I moved slightly to the side so he could have a better view.

"Indi!" My father called her by her nickname I used to give my little sister when I didn't quite know how to spell her name.

"Hi daddy!" She hugged him tightly with a huge grin on her face. It's obvious she misses him and by the time their hug lasted it's clear he missed her too.

I was a bit blown away when he hugged me, that's something I was not expecting at all.
I felt Harry's hand holding mine and it instantly relaxed me.
I noticed how my father's beard was much whiter now just like his hair and deep bags under his eyes. He looks at least 50 instead of his 40. The only viable reason for me is his overwork. He's been in London for six years now and I've never seen him take a day off.

"Why don't you drop your stuff in the bedroom? You're mum called so I had a little time to tidy up a little." My father encouraged India to go upstairs. When she finally did he turned to me.

"Harry, nice to see you again son." My father shook Harry's hand.

"You too, Mr. Cortês." Harry reciprocated.

"Oh please, you're dating my daughter long enough so I can say you earned the right to call me Joel." He actually chuckled. Okay...

"Thank you... Joel." Harry was also taken by surprise. My father is obviously behaving oddly.

"So I was thinking if you uh wanted to come for dinner tomorrow?"

"Me?" I asked.

"The two of you of course."

"Humm I uh..." I glanced at Harry who gave me a nod. "Okay." I replied.

"Really?" It's clear he was not expecting my acceptance.

"Yeah sure." I replied.

"Good well uh what about uh maybe seven?"

"Sounds good." Harry smiled.

"You're cooking?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah I know how to cook remember?" My dad smiled.

"I know I just assumed you wouldn't have time since you always work till late." I explained.

"Oh I'm uh not working this week." He stared at the wall.

"You took a week off?" I sounded even more surprised now that I said out loud.

"I did yes." He blinked. That's veryyy strange.

"Never have I seen you take a week off, are you okay?" I studied his face.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" He immediatly answered.

"I don't know I just, you're behaving really oddly and I---"

"I just want to spend some time with my two daughters, it that a crime?" He smiled again.

"I guess not." I signed in defeat.

"Dad, can you help me out here?" India yelled from upstairs.

"I'm coming honey." He yelled back, his voice cracking a little in the end. He was never the scream type unlike me, my mother and even my sister.

"We should get going anyway." I rushed the words.

"Oh okay. So I guess I see you tomorrow at seven... right?" He asked hesitantly.

"We'll be here." Harry assured not giving me a chance to speak.

"Good." He pushed me to his arms again as well as Harry which really confirmed my idea that something really weird is going on on my dad's mind. "I'll see you tomorrow." He waved one last time before closing the door.

"Please confirm me that person was really my father and not some doppelganger?" I asked once Harry and I were inside the car.

"You've been watching to much vampire tv shows." He chuckled. "But I guess you're right, he was oddly nice."

"He hugged you."

"I know!" Harry laughed. "I guess I'm getting your father's heart too." He winked.

"I really don't understand." I rested my head against the window.

"He was always very protective towards you, that's why he never liked me that much, you were always at my flat whenever you came to London and everything. Maybe he's finally realizing I can take care of you?" He suggested.

"After one year..."

"Dads take time to accept some other man has their princesses' heart." Harry used a baby tone poking my sides playfully.

"Stop it!" I glared at him shaking my head amused.

"Maybe it will be fun!" He tried to cheer.

"Sure it will." I rolled my eyes.







-



The next day...

I debated on what to dress for a wile but ended up shoving some black leather leggins and a big loosen blue shirt, my long hair tied up in a ponytail.

"Ready?" Harry peeked inside the bedroom with a breath taking smile.

"How can you be so confident when it's your head on the table?"

"I think he just wants to spend some time with you to be honest." Harry circled his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Yeah but why now?" I leaned my head back against his shoulder.

"Maybe he realized you and yous sister are getting older and so is he and wants you with him..." My neck was trailed with kisses.

"Why are you so willing about this? And don't say it's nothing because I also noticed how my mum told me to help my sister packing to be alone with you when she arrived home."

"What?" He blinked rapidly. "Nothing happened Mia! I don't see my dad very often either so I know how bad that is." He kissed my temple, my back pressed tightly against his chest.

"Yeah I guess."

"I just want what's best for you." He assured me.

"I know and I love you for that." I turned around to have a proper view of him, he's so beautiful without even trying, it hurts to see sometimes.

"Oh you know..." He sighed teasingly wincing when I swat his arm. "I'm kidding jeez Mia are you in your sensitive time of the month?" Harry rubbed his arm.

"You're unbelievable." I shook my head.

"Yeah you are." He referred to my 'sensitive time of the month' as he calls it.

"I guess we'll be watching movies tonight then?" Harry asked. That's kind of a odd yet cute tradition we have now, every time I'm on my period Harry and I cuddle on the couch and watch movies while he rubs my stomach.

"Tonight we're going to my dad's. Tomorrow night?" I tried to fight a smile.

"It's a date then." Harry's cheeky grin appeared on his face encouraging my own.

"You really need to stop that." I pointed at his face before lacing my arms around his waist.

"Stop what?" He cupped my face pecking my nose innocently.

"Looking at me with that smile." I giggled when he did it again.

"I can't help it when you're in front of me." His hands moved slowly to my bum squeezing it playfully.

"In that case I'm not complaining." I brushed my lips with his.

Harry and I left shortly after and I couldn't help but feel nervous about this dinner. My father's different since I last saw him, he's behaving really strangely and he also looks incredibly tired appearing to have more age than he has.
But maybe Harry's right, maybe he just wants to see me and India now that we're together in London with him.
Harry's been so supportive, encouraging me to spend more time with my father even after the times he was rude to Harry. He really is the best thing that happened to me and I have no idea what I did to deserve him.

"What?" Harry smiled when he noticed my stare.

"Nothing." I smiled back resting my hand on his thigh.

"Not while I'm driving babe." Harru glanced at my hand tracing patterns on his jeans a teasingly higher than usual.

"We're here." He stopped the car bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing it before stepping out of the car to open my door.

"I love you so much." I whispered brushing my nose against his cheek. Harry threw me his biggest smile engulfing me in his embrace.

"Just promise me you'll try okay?" He kissed my temple.

"Okay." I grabbed his hand with a sigh and walked to the door knocking.

"I love you too." Harry assured me right before my father opened the door.

"Mia!" My father pushed me to him.

"Hey." I shot him a small smile. That's probably the most enthusiastic reception I've received from him.

"Hello Harry." My father shook his hand.

"Joel."

"Where's India?"

"She's setting the table." He pointed at the kitchen.

"India setting the table? That's definitely something I want to see." I frowned walking to the kitchen. When I entered she was in fact doing exactly that.

"Hello sis." She ran to hug me tightly.

"Hi baby." I kissed her cheek. "Since when do you help in the kitchen duties?"

"Well daddy looked so tired that I just did it for him." She shrugged.

"But he's not working, is he?"

"No but he's probably recovering from all the years he spent without a day left to rest." She concluded.

"Yeah he does look really tired." I sighed.

Harry and my father entered the kitchen shortly after. I haven't even realized they were missing. Why would they be talking secrets anyway?

"You alright?" I asked Harry when he walked towards me.

"Of course love." His smile didn't quite match his eyes but I decided to let it go for now.

"I hope you like the food, I cooked it myself." My father announced with enthusiasm.

"You really did it?" I gasped. I used to love my father's cooking, he always cooked for me whenever I was sad, it was enough to lift my mood instantly.

"Yeah, I hope you still like it." He smiled nervously at me. Harry squeezed my hip reassuringly.

"It will always be my favorite." I replied honestly.

"Good." He grinned largely. "Please sit before it cools down."

"It smells so good." India clapped. It really does.

As soon as I brought the fork to my mouth it didn't feel like I haven't eaten his food in years. I swallowed it with a bit of nostalgia.

"It's really good." I confirmed and Harry did the same.

"So Harry, how's your band going?" My father surprised us all by questioning but Harry smiled and answered nonetheless.

I watched amused as they interacted, me and India glancing at each other from time to time. With 15 she's already old enough to understand these kind of things and I'm sure she's just as surprised as me. The only one who didn't seem to mind was surprisingly Harry.

"Mia?" Harry squeezed my thigh.

"I'm sorry what?" His touch bringing me back to reality. Everyone was staring at me so I guess someone was questioning me.

"I said I saw you in a magazine the other day." My father spoke.

"Oh! Yeah it's kind of a recent thing." I played with a potato in my plate.

"You look so good." India complimented. "Dad bough like 10 copies when he saw it." She laughed.

"You did?" I bit my lip looking at the new man in front of me.

"Of course I did, I'm a proud father." He smiled rather proudly.




Notes

I'm sure you already have your theories. Care to share??

Please keep commenting!!

xx

Comments

@M.J.

It's amazing how you know my writing and that I don't do happily ever after which is true but I don't think I've ever mentioned that (?)
And yes, I'm replying 6 months later, sorry.
I do envision the next step after that last chapter ended but that, of course, is gonna stay in my head. :)
xx

DreamLand DreamLand
9/17/15

@Marbleskin

thank you, thank you, thank you :)
Yes, I'm working on something else indeed nut no more Harry and Mia :( I'll be in touch soon about new stuff, if you're still around

DreamLand DreamLand
9/17/15

@Javairia_Directioner

Ahah, that's the FINAL end.. (As you've probably realized after 6 months.) sorry for the waiting but thank you so much for reading it!!

DreamLand DreamLand
9/17/15

@faithy

That is awesome that you know it word for word!! I'd kiss you right now if I could :) thank you x100

DreamLand DreamLand
9/17/15

I cried the whole way through, you evil evil woman! I loved it there is no doubt in my mind she takes his hand and they work things out. But of course this is the kind of thing you'd do. I am curious though what do you think happens? I know you dont really write happily ever after, but do see it in your head? I loved this chapter, i had so much fun reading both this stories! You are a great writer and it has been a privelege seeing how you have grown and improved! Congrats on ending this huge project!

M.J. M.J.
3/2/15