A/N: before I start I just wanna say a massive Late Merry Christmas to those who celebrated. I hope it was filled with love, care and compassion. Secondly, I've been receiving a lot of reviews on this story and a main issue is my grammar and spelling. Please be aware that English is not my first language!!!! I try my hardest to block out any errors but its impossible for me with German being my first language I've only started speaking English a year and a half ago, so cut me some slacks please. Im trying really hard

enjoy the chapter.

---

Khai felt a whole lot better after her conversation with Blue. After they exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact with each other, he left her house around 12AM. Melissa was itching to know what had went on between the two, dying to see if her plan had worked. When Khai was silent toward the many questions her mother threw at her, she took it as successful.

Man, was she wrong.

It was Saturday afternoon and on the other side of town, Harry was currently drowning in boredom seeing that he was now at the Leighton's Annual Brunch. Dressed in black slacks and a light blue button up, Harry found himself aimlessly staring in space. It wasn't until he heard a scoff that he noticed he was staring directly at some lady's cleavage. He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Always a charmer," Harry turned approximately 30 degrees anti-clockwise to be met with a familiar pair of brown eyes and pale skin.

"Luna!" He exclaimed. Harry was relieved he had some sort of entertainment now. After two kisses to the cheek and an offer of wine, the two were sat down. Harry telling Luna how Khai had easily forgiven him. She laughed at how distracted Khai seemed to get when Harry told her about the buffalo wings. When that topic died down, the two were off complaining about the chilly weather and how stupid they think it was for Charles Leighton to keep a brunch this time of the year.

"I actually love the cold," Luna says. "Zoey on the other hand, despises it." Luna proceeded to tell Harry about last year, when Luna forced Zoey outside to have a snowball fight and how she looked at the white substance as if it were poison. They both laugh at this.

Harry's smile, though, didn't last long when he saw his father approaching the two. A toothy grin plastered on his stone hard face. "It's good to see you too getting along."

"Hello Mr. Styles, it's nice to see you again," Luna politely greeted the middle aged man. Harry on the other hand, stayed sat in his seat. His lips pressed into a flat line, blinking slowly as he watched his new friend and father interact.

Soon, Mark's attention was diverted from Luna to his son. Harry took this as his queue to stand up, giving his father a firm handshake.

With Mark's eyes still gazing into Harry's, he spoke. "Why don't you two come to our table? I've got an announcement."

It's not like he had a choice, so Harry simply nodded, guiding Luna and himself to the Russian imported table that the adults were situated. Mark Styles gathered everyone's attention by tapping a fork gently against his wine glass. This causing a high frequency sound to sound the environment.

"Right," he began. "First, I would like to congratulate Charles for the success of his annual brunch. It was a,asking Charles." Everyone proceeded to clap. "Now I know you guys may know my boy, Harry here," furrowing his eyebrows, Harry looked over to his mother who was confusingly looking at Mark. "And most of you may know Luna, Alexander's beautiful daughter."

No, Harry thought. Not again. This has happened too many times over the years. He can't take this anymore. His chest heaves noticeably and he grips his knees, causing his knuckles to lose its color and turn white. He tried his best to calm himself, he really did. But he was frustrated, so fucking frustrated. And he could've just jabbed a fork in his father's neck once he heard him speak again.

"Well, it is my pleasure to announce their relationship," Mark's voice holds a hint of excitement. Everyone's head snap toward the two. Luna's eyes are wide. She turns to Harry, but he is still looking down, trying to control himself. "They just asked me to announce it for them as they were bit by the nervous bug apparently," he chuckled as well as the others.

His father wrapped up his speech with something about his contract with CARIMED. After that, people were patting Harry on the back, congratulating him. Jesus Christ, it's not like he got her pregnant. They were just dating. Fuck, they weren't even dating. She's gay for fucks sake and Harry is happy with Khai.
Khai.

Fuck, what was he going to tell her? He couldn't find it in himself to tell her but he also couldn't keep it from her. Flashbacks of the times Khai's beautiful brown eyes were red and filled with sadness replayed in his brain. He can't put her through this again, he fucking can't. But he also can't defy his father.

Fucking Mark.

Harry stormed out of the venue, desperate to have air replace the anger built up in his lungs. He tugged and tugged at his brown curls that were way too long, but he was way too lazy to get it trimmed. His father would always nag him about it.

Fucking Mark.

Soon enough, Harry found himself leaning against a wall of some abandoned building. How did he get there? He doesn't know? He was too blinded by his anger and frustration to think consciously.

Out of anger, he found himself flinging his fist into the mould-covered wall. He screamed out in agony, clutching his wrist before observing the damage. Cuts and gashes were decorated on his knuckles and he mentally punched himself for carrying out such an action. How was he suppose to explain this to Khai? To his father and mother?

Fucking Mark.

He slid down, resting his bum on the filth covered ground. He didn't care that his slacks would be ruined. He didn't care about the open wound slowly being infected by bacteria in the atmosphere. He didn't care that he left Luna alone at the brunch. He didn't fucking care about his father's beliefs. He certainly did not care enough to follow through with his bullshit. But he cared about Khai. Fuck, did he care about her. She was the light that made his darkness disappear. She was the reason behind his happiness. His shoulder to cry on, his comfort. Anything he needed that's what she was. She was beautiful, fuck she was so fucking beautiful. Not like those girls in the magazines with photoshopped bodies and a figure of the number 1. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile when she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

And that's when he made a decision.

He would follow through with Mark's demands. Not for him. No, not for that bloody bastard. But for the love of his life. It was the only way, he thought. The only way he was sure Mark wouldn't be suspicious about his every move. He could tell his father he was hanging with Luna,when in reality he would be with Khai. Without suspicion.

This could work, he thought.

Though it came with a shit load of lies and stress, it was for Khai. Khai alone. Her and her happiness.

"Fucking Mark," he muttered.

Yeah, fucking Mark.

Notes

Okay so I'm really excited because this story is official starting. Like ACTUALLY starting and I'm so excited for you guys to see what I have in store!! Please tell me your thoughts in the comments!!!!