The next day, I nervously sat down in class, having no idea how it would go. I certainly hope he doesn't ignore me again. I doubt it. The bell rung and Harry's happy face came walking in. That was a good sign.

At the end of the day I walked down the hall towards the door when I thought I should go see Him. I haven't seen him all day except for first hour and I just wanted to talk to him. I rounded the corner and walked up to his class room.
" Hello Mr. Styles." I said walking in. I walked up to his desk.
" Hello Maria." He smiled. I sat down at the desk in front of his.
" How was your day?" He asked.
" It was boring. How about yours?"
" Same." He sighed. Putting some papers away before giving me his full attention.
" You look upset." I said. He shrugged.
" Well, my day is better now."
his green eyes sparkled. I blushed.
" Uhm, Excuse me Mr. Styles. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Our attention went to the door way to see a very gorguoes woman standing there.
" Your not interrupting anything Ms. Riley, I was just getting on to Maria for some foul language I was hearing in the hall." Harry said. He looked at me.
" Your free to go now."
I saw in his eyes that he had to do this and I understood. I nodded, walking out past the gorgeous Ms. Riley. She had perfect curves, Beautiful blonde hair, and maturity. She was probably even his age too. No, there is nothing between him And her. She looked like she worked here, so maybe she's just a co worker. I plopped into my car, driving to Kelly's. maybe he'll go there after he leaves the school.

I've been at Kelly's for about an hour and a half. I doubt he's ever going to come. I sighed, getting up and walking out the door to my car. I drove home in utter silence. What did she need him for? Ugh. I have such an over active imagination. It was probably nothing. I walked inside to see my mom on the couch watching House Hunters.
" Hey mom." I said.
" Hey Maria." Her voice sounded a bit unsteady.
" What's wrong?" I asked. She cleared her throaght.
" We need to talk."
I sat down. She suddenly had my attention.
" Yes?"
She hesitated before she spoke.
" It's your father."
My father? My father supposedly died when I was three. Atleast that's what my mom told me.
" What about him? He's dead." I said. She shook her head.
" No, honey, he's not dead. I need to tell you something." She scooted closer. I was so confused.
" When I met your father, we fell madly in love. But that's a story for another time. Anyways, When I was 19, I was pregnant with you. Your father and I got into a huge arguement. He then left me, going back to Ireland, leaving me here in England alone with you. Well, I lied to you growing up saying he had died when you were young, but that wasnt the truth. I've been lieing to you. He's been alive this whole time. Except for today. Honey I'm so sorry but I just found out that your father had a heart attack, and passed away. "
i was shocked. I had a father? And I never got a chance to meet him?
" How could you never tell me?" I asked. My mom wiped a tear away.
" Because I didn't want you chasing after him, with high hopes, then being hurt at how he didn't care." She sighed.
" Well, how'd you find out he died?" I asked. She picked up a letter that was next to her on the couch.
" His current wife, she knew about you. She sent this, incase you wanted to come to the funeral. It turns out you have two brothers." She sighed handing me the letter. I opened the envelope and unfolded the peice of paper.
" His name is Bobby?" I asked reading over it. My mom nodded.
" Yes. His name was Bobby Horan."
" And I have two brothers?"
" Greg and Niall Horan." She sighed. I stared at the paper before me. I had people related to me besides my mom that I didn't even know about.
" Im going to Ireland." I decided, closing the paper.
" You sure? Should I come with you incase you need me?" She asked. I shook my head no.
" No mom. I have no words for you. Now, if you excuse me, in going to pack, so I can meet my dead Father." I snapped, running upstairs. I began packing as soon as possible.

• Harry's pov•

Ever since my talk with Ms. Riley, things have not been okay. I just found out that my best mate's father died, from a heart attack. Bobby was like a secound father to me. I had to be there for my best friend. Niall and I had been best friends since we were sixteen, when he moved here to England with his family. As the years passed, Niall's family went back to Ireland. All but him, of course. Niall stayed in England to go to college in Manchester, like me. I haven't seen Niall for a couple a months since we both graduated and went our separate ways as teachers. We've kept in touch though of course. He just landed in Ireland today to be there for the funeral. He had called begging me to be there, and of course I said yes. I called out sick for the rest of the week, as I'd be flying to Ireland for the funeral.

Notes

Okay, So Maria's dad is Bobby Horan, so she is Niall's sister. What do you think her reaction will be when Maria runs into Harry at her Father's funeral? In Ireland !

I was trying to find a way to tie the rest of the boys in the story. So hereee we gooooo! Vote/rate/subscribe <3
~Briii