PATRICK'S POV
I couldn't believe it. I was talking with my daughter finally! There's just one problem....she hasn't yet figured out I am her father.
I soon found out Fall Out Boy has been booked for a party Halsey was going to.
HALSEY'S POV
The night of the party I showed up in a Fall Out Boy shirt, dark colored jeans, and my leather jacket. I soon hear the electric guitar and drum beats belonging to my favorite punk rock band. I push my way to the front and see that gorgeous soul punk.
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress
LOVE
Patrick glances down and smiles at me as he does the heart shape with his hands. He grins even more seeing I know the words to this song. A strange thing happens...
Patrick reaches out his hand to me. "Come sing with me." He says quiet enough only I can hear him. I look around nervously, then I let him pull me up on the stage and we sing the chorus together. I grin knowing he's singing next to me. But then he says something to me that makes me grin even more....
Patrick comes up close to me while the break in between verses was playing. I look at him, my cheeks warming up from being so damn close to him. "Halsey.." he says quietly.
"H-how do you know my name??" Patrick smiles. "I'm your father, Halsey. Your real father." I gasp, loud enough the crowd hears.
>A couple hours later>
"No way! You're my dad??" I exclaim, still in shock. Patrick smiles and nods his head.
I go in the girls room to touch up my dark eyeshadow. Patrick, that soul punk...is my father. Nothing could ruin this moment for me. Or so I thought...
"You think you're so special now that the hottie singer is dating you??" Ashley hissed. With that, she knocks me down on my back and pours her beer over my blonde hair. She then beckons a couple no good guys to come in the girls room. She takes her scissors and cuts down the front of my shirt, making it low cut and revealing a black lacy bra. One of the guys Ashley brought in smirks devilishly and rips my shirt off. One boy holds my arms down to the tiled floor while the other boy unzips my dark colored jeans and pulls them off, revealing my matching black lacy underwear. Ashley smirks and gathers up my shirt, pants, socks, and boots and walks out of the girls room.
Patrick noticed Ashley carrying Halsey's clothes in her arms. He stops to confront her then sees she left the clothes behind and disappeared out his sight. Patrick glares and picks up the clothes, then goes inside the girls room.
HALSEY'S POV
The two guys had stripped me completely, drooling over my body. I am too afraid what's gonna happen next. Both boys, shirtless, unbuckle their belts and pull their jeans and boxers down. I then hear familiar angry swearing. The same swearing I heard before in their YouTube videos.
"You two! Cover up your naked asses and get the fuck out!" They turn and stare at him.
"Why are you still here?? Fucking leave!" Looking annoyed, they get dressed and head out. Patrick's death glare turns to his soft blue eyes as he turns his head toward me. I attempt to cover myself, knowing this gorgeous man is my dad, but I fail miserably.
I sigh "I guess misery loves me too. Like father like daughter." Patrick softly brushes my tears away and hands me my clothes. "Get dressed, I promise I won't look."
I get my undergarments and pants back on, as well as my socks and silver boots. I bite my lip trying not to cry in front of him. "She ruined my shirt. I can't wear it." Patrick smiles and calmly takes off his leather jacket, then his button down shirt, he has on a black t-shirt underneath. "Here." he hands me his button down shirt as he puts his jacket back on. I put on his shirt then my jacket. I throw my arms around him. "Thanks dad, I love you." Patrick grins widely and hugs me back "I love you too, my little Phoenix."