The Misfits

“Thalia!” I turned to see my friend Ella beaming at me. She pulled me into a tight hug before taking hold of my hands. “Thank you so, so much! You were amazing out there!”

We had just finished the fashion show and I was still shaking with adrenalin. I hated being put on display like that but I would do anything for Ella. I had met her my first year at school. She was one of the most talented people I have ever met and she had multiple first place awards to prove it.

“Look Thal, there’s someone to see you!”

My eyes locked on a pair of bright green ones and I immediately broke into a smile. Harry was standing before me looking like a male model in his usual all black wardrobe. He gave me a smile before wrapping his arm around me and kissing my cheek.

"You look stunning," he smiled, looking me up and down.

Ella's passion was wedding dresses and for the show she had made me a two-piece gown. The top was an elegant lace crop with intricate pearl beading. The bottom was a light material long enough to create a small train. When I walked a slit in the dress separated to make the train appear even longer and show off the little white heels Ella had picked out. My hair was pulled up into an elegant series of twists with pearled bobby pins holding it all in place.

"Well it’s all thanks to Ella here!" I took Ella's hands and spun the two of us around before stopping once more in front of Harry. "The most amazing designer in all of Britain! Ella, I’d like you to meet Harry."

"Oh the infamous Harry Styles," she smirked. "It's nice to finally meet you, although I feels as if I already know you from all her stories."

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Harry shot me a look in suspicion before shaking Ella's hand. I gave him a wink and said, "mostly good things Walt."

"Mostly?" He frowned.

"Mhm. Now who else have you brought me?" I asked, linking my arm through his and waving goodbye to Ella. It was customary for the models to continue wearing their outfits for the duration of the opening. That meant that I got to continue wearing this gorgeous gown for the rest of the evening.

“Well before I left I found this funny little Irishman…” Harry said, leading me deeper into the auditorium.

“A funny little Irishman?” I frowned. “Niall?”

“No…”

He stopped walking and I looked up to see my dad standing in front of me. I broke into a smile and jumped on him in a hug. He spun me around before setting me gently on my feet.

“How are ya doin’ Lia?” he asked. “Ya look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“I’m good dad,” I smiled. I could feel tears threatening to escape but I let out a laugh instead.
“THALIA!” I turned to see Millie, Layla, and Tilly running towards me. All three of their jaws dropped upon seeing my dress.

“Wow Thalia,” Layla whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you three,” I smiled. It was customary for the models to continue wearing their outfits for the duration of the opening. That meant that I got to continue wearing this gorgeous gown for the rest of the evening.

I took Layla’s hand and spun her around. “You guys remember Mr. Paul right?”

“Hello Mr. Paul,” Tilly smiled politely. All three of them curtsied and I felt Harry’s hand wrap around my waist.

“There you three are! We were worried you had run-oh!” We all looked up to see my mother walking over. She had frozen upon seeing my father but quickly recovered and put on a smile, “Paul.”

“Irene,” he broke into a warm smile. I gripped Harry tightly and I felt him begin to gently rub my shoulder in an attempt to calm me. It was odd seeing my parents in the same room again, talking to each other as if the past seventeen years hadn’t happened. “How are ya?”

“I’m doing well thanks. What about yourself?” My mother smiled, taking Millie’s hand to keep her from running off again. “I hear you work with Harry?”

“That’s correct,” he nodded. “The boys are off o’ tour til January so we figured we’d stop by te catch Thalia’s show.”

“Yes well I’m glad you’ll at least seen one of them, even if it is the last,” My mother replied coolly.

“Well! I don’t know about you all but I’m starving!” I said, clapping my hands and breaking the awkwardness. “Shall we grab something to eat?”

They had a buffet table set up in the atrium next door and I quickly dragged Harry away from the uncomfortable encounter. I had hoped they would be able to play nice for one evening. It turns out I was wrong.

“Thalia…” Harry whispered.

“I can’t believe them,” I hissed, handing Harry a plate a bit more forcefully than I had intended. “Haven’t seen each other in seventeen years and they can’t even pretend not to loathe each other.”

“Thalia…”

“I mean that was completely ridiculous! What am I supposed to do when—”

“Thalia. Stop.” Harry grabbed my hand and forced me to look at him. “There’s nothing you can do about it. Please don’t let it ruin your night.”

I took a breath and nodded. Harry released me and we continued to fill up our plates. We then made a beeline for the back where our friends had snagged a table, hoping to avoid more awkward encounters.

“Look at you miss model!” cried Maeve as we set out plates down. Nate, Mackenzie, Niall, Ella, and our other friends Claire and Scopes were there.

“I think you’re in the wrong profession,” chuckled Scopes. His real name was Erik, but after Maeve had drunkenly called him Scopes one night because of his cool glasses the name stuck.
I stuck out my tongue at him in response before introducing Harry to Claire and Scopes. Both were studying art as well and also had artwork on display tonight. We sat chatting and laughing with them for nearly an hour before we realized the gallery would be opening soon.

Thankfully I had set up all my work earlier today so when the gallery opened all I had to do was stand by my pieces. In some miracle I had finished all ten of my paintings.

“It’s way more impressive seeing them like this,” Harry laughed in disbelief as we entered the large space. “Oh look there’s Pirate Kenzie!”

“What?” Mackenzie frowned as I smacked Harry on the arm.

“Ah! I’m just kidding Thal! It looks amazing.” He grabbed my waist and kissed my temple before adding, “They all look amazing.”

“Thanks babe,” I smiled with pride.

After hanging around by my for a good fifteen minutes they made their way over to Maeve and my family appeared. My mother insisted on taking several photos of me with my work before they too headed off to look at the other pieces.

Since I was left alone my eyes wandered to Harry for entertainment. He was standing across the gallery examining a piece of artwork handing in front of him. His arms were crossed and he was staring at it intently. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Well don’t you look ravishing tonight.”

I spun around to see Calhan standing in front of me. The smirk on his face was enough to send my heart racing and the knowledge that we were in a public place was the only thing keeping me from screaming for Harry.

“W-what are you doing here?” I mentally cursed myself for stammering, as his smile grew wider.

“Well this is a public showing Thalia,” he replied as he took a step closer to me. I shot another look towards Harry, but he was too busy with the painting to notice anything. “I see you’ve brought your pop star.”

“No he actually flew all the way from America to surprise me,” I smiled sweetly. “He’s a pretty wonderful boyfriend really.”

“You seem to have everything now don’t you?” he mused. “Harry…your paintings…your parents back together…”

I snapped my head up. “I don’t know what you’re—”

“Don’t be daft Thalia,” He spat. “It’s not a good look for you.”

I froze. He couldn’t know. How could he possibly know?

“I heard you call him dad Thal.” It was if he had read my mind and I know my face had drained of color. “But you know…I could have sworn he was their bodyguard…is that how you wormed your way into bed with Harry Thalia?”

“Ha! And you think I’m daft? We all call him dad. It’s a joke.” I snapped. I turned to leave but he caught my arm, shaking me roughly.

“Listen here you little slut. I’m sick of you suddenly thinking you’re better than me,” he growled, his grip tightening. “You’re just like me Thalia. Admit it.”

“Let go. You’re hurting my arm.”

“What are you going to do?” He challenged. “Cry for daddy?”

“No. We wouldn’t want to make a scene would we Calhan? Now let go.” I said sternly.

He smirked and leaned forward so he could whisper, “I’m never letting go Thalia…you’re mine.”

My breath caught in my throat as his words sent shivers down my spine. I knew he was crazy, but I had never known he was this insane. I tried to turn away as he kissed my cheek, but he only gripped my arm tighter. I was sure to have a bruise.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Calhan and I both turned to see Harry walking towards us. He wore a smile, but his eyes were hard as he glared at Calhan. I was immediately released from Calhan’s tight grip, and I quickly felt Harry wrap his arm around my waist protectively.

“Harry,” smiled Calhan, instantly turning on his charm. “I was just dropping by to see Thalia.”

“He was just leaving actually,” I corrected. I don’t think I have ever hated someone so much as I hated him in this moment.

“Right…I’ll leave the happy couple be,” smirked Calhan. As he turned to leave he shot me a wink, “See you around Thalia.”

I could feel Harry staring at me, and I knew if he asked me I would loose it. So I turned to him and put on a smile, “I’ll tell you everything later. I promise.”

-

“Will you tell me now?” Harry asked once entered his house. Harry spent the rest of the night at my side incase Calhan decided to make a surprise reappearance. I knew had had been worried, but I had hoped he’d give me a chance to clear my head before asking.

“He was just trying to scare me,” I replied.

“Thalia you promised you’d tell me everything.” He shot me a worried glance and I bit my lip.

I knew telling Harry the truth would hurt him, but not telling him would hurt him just as much. As I debated I wandered into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine with Harry close on my heels. Everything? Where do I start…

“He knows.”

“Knows what?”

“He knows who I am,” I said in barely more that a whisper. “He knows that Paul is my dad.”

Harry grew silent once more. I could hardly stand it, but I didn’t know what to say to break the silence so I took a sip of wine instead. He continued to stare at the counter before letting out a sigh and shrugging, “Oh well.”

I stared at him, the bottle still clutched in my hand. Oh well? What does that mean?

“Oh well?” I asked, giving my thoughts words. “What about my dad? Harry, you know how bad this is going to look!”

“Paul can take care of himself Thalia,” He said calmly. His lack of concern was infuriating. I realized I was channeling all my anger at Calhan towards Harry, but I couldn’t help it.

“That doesn’t mean he should have to.” I snapped. Harry turned to me with a frown as I set the bottle down on the counter angrily. I wandered into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. My family had left right after the showing ending which meant that Harry and I had the house to us again.

I let out a sigh and muttered, “This is all my fault…”

“Hey whoa what is this?” Within a second Harry was kneeling down next to my face, pushing my hair back so he could look at me. “Thalia this is not your fault. Don’t ever say that. It was bound to happen eventually, you’ve said it yourself a million times! And Pauley will be fine! Hell…I’m more worried about you.”

That was when the tears came. I tried to hide my face as a sob escaped my lips. This was the second time in less than a week that I had cried like this and I hated it. Harry wrapped me in his arms and held me close to his chest.

“Shh, babe. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispered, while rubbing my back gently. I shook my head and tried to burry myself further into his chest. “What are you shaking your head no for? It will be fine.”

I shook my head again and he pulled me closer. I’m not sure how long we sat there but eventually my tears subsided and my breathing somewhat returned to normal. Harry leaned back so he could see my face, pushing my hair away once again. He gave me a small smile as his eyes looked back and forth between mine, searching for an answer.

“He’s never going to stop Harry,” I said, in barely more than a whisper. “He said that I belong to him.”

“He’s insane Thalia,” Harry whispered before kissing the top of my head. “And so are you if you think I’m going to let him ever come near you again.”

He took my chin and turned my face so I was looking at him. He pressed his lips to mine in a light, loving kiss and I immediately believed him. I wrapped my arms around him and moved closer wanting, needing more of him.

“I love you Thalia,” He said, breaking our kiss and holding my face. “And there’s no way in hell I’m letting Calhan ruin us.”

“He’s not ruining anything Harry,” I said determinedly before kissing him once more.

It was funny how every time Calhan had tried to split us apart it only resulted in Harry and I growing even closer. We had proven to be a pretty unstoppable team so far, and I could only hope that what ever Calhan threw at us next we could get through together.

“I love you Thalia Kalfis,” Harry said once more.

“And I love you Harry Styles.”

Harry grabbed my waist and pulled me so I was straddling him. I lifted his shirt off of him as he ran his hands across my body. He pulled me even closer and I gently grinded against him, causing him to moan.

“Fuck Thalia,” He growled, before showering me with more kisses. “Do you now how beautiful you’ve looked all evening? Do you know how much I wanted to rip that dress off of you tonight?”

“Do you know how much I wanted you to rip that dress off of me?” I whispered before kissing just behind his jawline. Apparently this was too much for him.

Within seconds Harry had my shirt was off as well. I had changed out of Ella’s gorgeous dress before leaving the gallery and wore my shirt and…well I guess now it was just my sweats. However those were soon gone too has he impatiently pulled down both my pants and panties.
He pushed me back against the couch, rolling his hips on mine. He then began leaving soft kissing from my neck to my newly exposed chest and all the way down my front. I realized I was breathing heavily, knowing where this will end.

“Har-Harry…bedroom,” I managed to say. He paused while I sat back up and crashed my lips to his once more. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood up and carried us into the bedroom.

Calhan had been right about me. I had used my father to get to Harry. But just like Calhan was determined to keep me….I was determined to keep Harry.

Notes

Dun dun DUN

Calhan's BACK. And now he knows Thalia's secret....what do you think he'll do with this newfound knowledge? Do you think Harry and Thalia will ever be rid of him?
And Thalia's parents had an awkward encounter as well. Do you think Paul and Irene will be able to put aside their differences and get along for the sake of Thal?

Hope you liked it :)