Destiny

Chapter 2, Socialising.

**harry(dad) p.o.v**

wow when I saw her I realized how much she has grown, she is definitely not a little girl anymore.

I still feel the guilt of sending her to her grandads. At the time, I was not in the right frame of mind or had time to look after her. I know it sounds terribly selfish, but I knew her mother wouldn't take her. so, I had done the next best thing, called my dad and ask him to take care of her.

I'm a doctor in A&E, so I'm so busy all the time and being on call, I just could not guarantee her wellbeing.

Now is the time for me to build a relationship with her, she will always be my princess, I've just got a lot of dad guilt going on.

"Hey Harry” I turn to look, glad to see the one person that could possibly give me some useful tips “hey Mike god am I glad to see you” my face must look like I'm stressed, Mike facial expression turns to oh s**t to an I told you so smirk.

“Man I told you she will be the death of you” I chuckle at mike “I literally don't have a clue what I'm doing she like a closed book” waving my hand about like it magically going to build a relationship with my daughter who I abandoned due to my heartache and selfishness “she has only been here a few hours you got give it time you guys got a lot of catching up to do! Later I'll pop round with Eli they used to be buddies when they were younger may help her feel a bit more settled to no someone her age” placing he hand on my shoulder for reassurance “thanks mate just want her to feel comfortable” “order number 301” restaurant waiter calls out “ah that me” raising my hand in acknowledgement “I'll catch you later Mike”

“Yeah see you later man” with that I walked back to the car a drove the 5 mins from the restaurant to home with every scenario of how things will go tonight. I'm not religious, I'm praying to any god that will listen for help and guidance.

**Destiny p.o.v**

After sorting my things out in my bedroom I have done what any normal person would do I went for a snoop around my dads house, well, our house that will take time to sink in. There a lot of well how do you put it… Space. There no pictures on the walls just very white paint everywhere, seems very clinical but makes sense with dad being a doctor. On the 1st floor there 3 bedrooms, one being mine. Then dads which is locked, slightly disappointed because you know all the good snoop material in there, making my nosiness peak even more that it locked.

The 3rd bedroom being like I guess study/library, I slide through the door spy style, so my fingerprints cannot be found scoffing to myself that I'm in a crime documentary. There are numerous medical textbooks and then some weird looking books that look tatty and old at the bottom of the book case. Curiosity in me wondering what they are and the snoop in me is yelling grab it and look, I'm reaching down for it when I suddenly jolt upright on hearing the front door unlocking. “Shitttt” in a weird like screech voice, I take a glance at the books and the glance at the bedroom door.

I, no god-damn well, I'm not quick enough to do both. I break into my decision and dart for the door, coming out again sliding past not touching anything, slightly light-headed. I screech to halt in front of the main bathroom at the top of the stairs. My dad strolls through the door, brushing the imaginary dust of my jeans. So, I don't look like a total weirdo hanging around at the top of the stairs and of course definitely not been snooping. My dad looks up with a confused scroll on his face. “You do no there towels for that, yeah?” Oh, great, what the hell is he going on about. “Don't have to wipe your hands on your jeans, perfectly good towels in the bathroom.” slightly smirking and shaking he's head, as he is walking into the open-plan kitchen/diner. Oh, crap don't just stand there answer him, my brain screaming at me, so as cool as I can, I brush it off “ha yeah old habit I guess.” Definitely not old habit, but that will work for now, relaxing my over tensed shoulders.

I come downstairs and sat at the breakfast bar sniffing the air, smelling all the delicious aroma coming from the take-out food my dad pulling out the bag "I didn't know what you like, so I grabbed us a bit of everything I remember when I lasted visited you love Chinese food” rubbing the back of his neck nervously “YES” wow girl calm down mentally shouting at myself “I mean yeah that great! Thank you” trying to play it cool.

Dinner went quickly with me and dad equalling scoffing our faces in our element with the Chinese take out, looks like I know where my appetite comes from now.

After dinner, I make my excuses and head up to my room, casually sorting some bits out I glance out the window as a car pulled into the drive. An expensive car all black, the windows are tinted, I sneak to my curtains, so I can peek down using my curtain as a shield.

Ooh, lord have mercy, my dad is already trying to make me socialize. Oh, wait, I know them, oh my god that Mr. Juke and he's son, Eli. “Wow” I mouth looking like a fish, Eli is about 6ft (1.83 m) muscular and broad with a slight stubble on his face. With piercing green eyes, a jawline that looks to be the size of my hand. With some sort of twisted fate, Eli looks up to my window. OH, GOD, I must look like I'm checking him out, ACT COOL. So, I do what anyone does when caught, I throw myself to the ground, pulling the curtain down with me, I throw my hands to my face and scream into them, “i***t!”

“Des you OK?” I heard dad say as the doorbell chime like bells at church on Sundays.

I don't bother to reply as I make my way towards the hall to go downstairs. I'm pretty sure he would be calling me to greet Mr. Juke and Eli, as I've stepped down the first 3 steps I come into sight of our unexpected guests, I gesture a small heartfelt slightly anxious smile.

“Mike, Eli this is Destiny I'm sure you remember her, she used to play in your paddling pool in her knickers.” Is he serious, if looks could kill, he would be 6ft under. My eyes burning holes into his head, which is sporting a smirk of achievement, while I'm turning a shade of crimson red. Father and son let out a slight horse like scoff, not sure if it is my dad. Who has become a comedian all of a sudden, or that I'm concentrating so hard on him that my eyes are strangling him. I'm broke from my trance “hello destiny you certainly have grown up, I remember you when you were this big.” Mike now using he's hand as a level and gesturing to when I was about 3ft tall. A polite smile tucked at my lips, and slight eye roll as he gestures. “Hay” I let out with a slight nod of the head.

“Mike, shall we go grab a beer?” gesturing with he's head to the kitchen, “yeah sure.” walking towards him to follow into the kitchen. Great, that didn't make it awkward or obvious, shaking my head. “What's up dessie? You scared to be alone with me.” Eli smirking and giving me a quick wink. “Oh please, that head get any bigger, we will not fit through the door. I cannot believe you still remember that name.” walking into the lounge and plonking myself down in the cuddle chair.

“Of course ill always remember my little dessie, you still a nutter?” he plonks himself into the armchair. As I'm swiveling back round to face him “Your little dessie” mimicking him and rolling my eyes “I'm not a nutter, just I have more energy than most” laughing the last bit of the sentence out. “Oh is that how you like to describe it” he's now chuckling to himself. “What about you? Not so scrawny looking now” smirking at how i remember the boy who could not carry 6 pints of milk from the car. “Well, I think we can both see my muscles have come in!” he kisses both biceps. “Oh god is this what I'm going to have to cope with.” scoffing at his ego aura that is blasting out. "You will come to love it, sweetness” with a sly wink we both burst out laughing. It feels good to feel so comfortable around him, even though I haven't seen him since I moved to pops. Oakland may not be so bad after all.