Ariela's POV
I was at the hotel to pick up Harry. I was practically shaking. What if dad doesn't recognize Harry? What if Susan is rude to him?
This was a bad idea. My thoughts were interupted with Liam answering the door.
"Ariela? What are you doing here?" Liam asked.
Liam seemed like a nice guy. But he acts as if every boy in breathing distance from me is going to hit on me, and we're not even dating.
Besides Robert used to be that way. And I don't need another boyfriend like Robert. I just want us to stay friends.
" I'm here to pick up harry." I stated.
Just then Harry came in limoing as fast as he could.
"I'm right here Ella." He said with a wide smile.
"Great, we'll be on our way then!" I said asI helped Harry.
Once we were out of the hotel and into the car, Harry suddenly looked nervous.
"Harry what's wrong?" I askeed.
"I'm just scared dad won't remember me." he said quietly.
"Why wouldn't he remember you? Your his son." I said.
"Cause I was probably a mistake." he murmered under his breath.
Once I heard him say that I pulled over the car.
"Who taught you to drive?!" Harry asked in shock.
"Not important." I stated. I grabbed his face and looked into his green eyes and said, "Harry Edward Styles, you are not a mistake. So stop convincing yourself that you are. Mum, dad, Gemma, and me love you very much. And don't you forget that."
I let go of his face and continued driving, Harry was still in shock by what happened.

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We pulled up to the pristine white house, with the largest and shiniest windows in the neighborhood. The lawn was bright green and freshly cut while flowers were beautifully placed around the exterior of the house. I helped Harry walk to the large dark oak door. I rang the doorbell.
"Who is at the door?" Susan's sickening voice asked.
Harry looked confused at whose voice that was, I guess I forgot to tell him about Susan.
"Ariela" I simply responded.
"Coming" she replied.
After a few seconds, Susan appeared wearing some overly priced outfit as usual.
"Ariela!" she screamed, "It's so good to see you!". She then felt this was a good time to hug me.
"You too." I said acting happy.
"Oh who's your friend?" she asked referring to Harry.
I was about to speak before Susan interupted me.
"Oh yeah you're that boy from that one band One Way." she said.
"No, it's One Direction." he said.
"Is dad here?" I asked.
"Yes, he's in the living room. Come in." she invited.
We then walked through the door into the white room with the dark oak wood floors and the stunning crystal channdelier. She led us to the large room with the beautiful long "L" shaped couches with the man I know as my father watching a soccer, or as he calls it 'football', game on the large TV.
"Dad!" I yelled while I swung my arms around him and hugged him.
"Ariella!" he yellled hugging back.
Then he saw Harry.
"Harry?" my dad asked while staring at Harry.
"Yes, it's me." Harry said tears threatening to spill over.
They then pulled each other in for a hug and cried manly tears. They were crying for a few minutes until Susan interupted them.
"Wait, how do you know him?" she asked my dad.
"Harry's my son Susan." my father proudly stated.
"Oh so this is your son. Where's your other daughter?" Susan asked.
"Gemma's not in the U.S. at the moment." I stated.
"Well how did you and Harry meet up again?" my father asked me.
I then explained to them how I met Harry, and how he got injured.
"That's some tale Ariela." my father said smiling at my.
"It certainly is." I responded.
"How about Harry and me have som father-son catching up time in here, while you two ladies have sometime to yourself." my father stated.
"Sure" I simply stated, even though I knew I was going to dread this time with Susan.
Susan and I walked up the spiral staircase to the kitchen. But the kitchen looked different than how I remembered it. It still had the deep red paint, granite counter tops, and fancy dark oak cabinets. But instead of it being as clean and tidy as usual, it was covered with various bottles of liquor. I've never seen anything in this house even the tiniest bit dirty. But then again I usually call before I come.
"Susan why are there liquor bottles everywhere in here?" I asked confused.
"What are you talking about? There are no bottles of alchohal in here." she said acting like I was dumb.
"Susan, I'm not stupid. Why is there all this alchohal?" I stated.
Then I saw something on Susan's face that I've never seen before: anger. But soon her anger shifted into sadness as she started to cry.
I was confused.
"Sit down, I'll tell you." she said pulling herself in a dining room chair. I did the same and was prepared to listen.
"When I was very little, my father lost his job. It had a huge impact on my family. We were evicted from our home, and kept switching back and forth between a homeless shelter and living on the streets. That kept going on until I was twenty-one and got my first job as a bartender at a hotel. I would be working for twenty hours a day there, it would become so stressful. So I would prepare myself a free beer. But the stress kept getting worse, and I developed a problem. But when I met your father he started to relieve my stress, and I was drinking less." she told; a few tears dripping down her face as she spoke.
I didn't know I was crying until she was done.
"I wouldn't have guessed that." I said.

"Ariela, you don't know everyone's story by just looking at them." she said.

Notes

I was planning this chapter for a while now, hope you liked it!!!

Ariela's Outfit

Susan's Outfit