A part two to the last one-shot requested by @80sGirl247

This was a fun continuation. Hope this is good, thanks again.

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Uh oh I thought at my fathers worlds. This isn't gonna fly to well.

A few minute went by quickly. Dad was standing there, glaring at his band mate, who had yet to move from his position above me.

Steven was eyeing my father and the door behind him, most likely calculating how quickly he needed to be to flee.

Me and the rest of the band kinda just trailed our gazes between the toxic twins, awaiting who would make the first move.

Deciding to do something, I placed my palms on Steven's chest, gently pushing him from me. His eyes seemed to widen even more, if that was possible, at seeing me still under him.

He stood up and gave a nervous laugh in my fathers direction.

Much to my dismay, Steven started to approach the doorway that my dad stood in. Bad idea! Bad idea! I wanted to yell.

"You see," Steven started, his gravely voice ending high pitched from nerves.

My dad raised his eyebrows, indicating for the singer to continue.

"This isn't what it looks l-" Steven stopped, probably realizing that phrase would only escalate the situation.

He took another cautious stepped forward, giving the rest of the band a look that read 'please don't let him kill me.'

"Okay, so it is what it looks like. Bu- *wham*" Steven was cut off by a powerful blow from my father, instantly dropping the singer cold.

Not two second later, dad was on the brown headed front man, beating the half unconscious Steven to a pulp.

I was on my feet, immediately making my way to the brawling men in attempt to stop the quarrel.   

"Dad," I yelled, "stop pleas, I think he gets it."

"He wont get it until he six feet under," came my fathers vicious snarl as he landed another punch to the performers face. 

I turned my attention to the rest of the band, mentally pleading for them to do something.

"Oh right," Brad muttered, seeming to shake the trance away and rushed forward to pry them apart. The rest of the band following in pursuit.

It took five minutes and three grown men, but they were eventually able to pull the guitarist away.

I rushed to Stevens side, rubbing his shoulders and speaking softly in an attempt to keep him from blacking out again.

"Let me go," my father shouted from behind him.

"Not unless you agree to let our singer live," came Tom's reply.

"Why? You have a daughter Tom, think about what you would do if you found her with this asshole," dad growled back.

"If this was my daughter, Steven here would be dead," the bassist went on. "And I'm not saying he doesn't deserve this, but the difference is my daughters a fourteen year old and y/n isn't. She make's her own decisions."

I shot Tom a grateful look. Which he gave me a small smile in response.

"Whatever," the guitarist scowled, shaking the band from his shoulders before storming off.

"We'll go attempt to calm him down," Joey told me before dragging the other two band mates out into the hall. Leaving me with the singer, alone.

 My attention turned to the injured man, he was struggling to sit upright.

"Let me," I offered, helping him sit in the chair.

"Thanks," he gave me a lopsided smile.

Instantly, I started looking him over, checking for any injuries other than obvious bruises forming on his face and chest.

"You'll live," I finally concluded.

"Thank God, I was scared for a second there," Steven went along with the joke.

I rolled my eyes with a small laugh, flicking him across the head. Totally forgetting about the bruising.

"Oww," the singer chirped. His hand flying to where I just touched him.

"Oh my gosh," my eyes widened, "I'm so sorry."

A few more minutes went on with nothing really happening other than Steven's breathing becoming less labored.

"How do you fell?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"I'm fine, baby girl, your daddy's done a lot worse to me before," he chuckled.

A blush formed on my cheeks at the nickname, a slow smile spreading across my features.

The small happiness that built up inside me suddenly dispersing. A frown placed itself upon my lips.

Taking notice in my change of attitude, Steven grabbed my hand, grubbing circles on my palm to comfort me.

"What's wrong, doll?" He questioned.

"My father," I gulped, "he's going to be so mad. I'm not sure how I can even go home now." 

Steven seemed to ponder on what I said, seemingly deep in thought. A grin quickly took over his face, as if a light bulb went off in his head.

"Why don't you come stay with me," he suggested.

He can't be serious.

"You can't be serious?" I gave him a quizzical look, confusion evident on my face.

"Sure I am, sweetheart," he winked, "I'd love to have you around."

Taking a minute to think over the situation, I quickly found myself nodding in agreement. 

Oh my God, I thought, I made out with the singer of my fathers band, dad attempted to kill said singer, and now I'm basically agreeing to live with him.

"Well, you wanna go now?" He broke my concentration on the days events.

"I-i guess," I stuttered out, "but don't I need to get clothes?"

Stevens eyes seemed to trail over my body before landing on my worried face, he placed a kiss on my hand.

"I have plenty of clothing you could wear," he cooed, amusement leaking into his tone.

"Oh, okay," I nodded, not wanting to even question where he got the woman's clothes from.

Taking my arm, the front man led me out of the building to where his car was parked. A small limp in his pace.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive?" I eyed his swollen cheeks and injured leg. 

"Of course I am," he went on, "and even if I wasn't. You don't know where I live."

Climbing into the passengers seat, he started the car and drove off. The whole way, he kept his hand on my thigh, tracing different patterns, in what I'd assume, was his way to calm me down.

A few weeks went by very quickly. Staying with Steven was fun in so many different ways. But I knew I couldn't stay forever, and the burden of knowing my father was upset at me and angered at his singer was not something I could deal with.

And today was the day I'd have to see him. Joey told Steven over the phone that my dad wasn't as indignant anymore, he was more worried on how I was doing. Apparently Joey, Tom and Brad have been talking to my father, trying to convince him to accept me being with his friend, and band mate.

Without me agreeing, Steven ended up inviting the whole band over. Which sent my nerves over the edge.

Currently, the whole band, excluding my father, sat in the living room drinking beer and chatting. 

The only person that questioned our relationship was Brad, which Steven responded with we were together. That caused my heart to skyrocket, a pleasant feeling taking place in my brain.

But the happiness of being with a rock star wasn't enough to over ride the fact I was anxious about seeing my father.

And much to soon, a knock was heard at the front door. 

All their eyes looked to me, giving me reassuring words that this would go better than I was expecting. But I didn't believe them.

"Why don't you go answer it?" Steven suggested, his scratchy voice giving me a soothing effect. 

Wait? Me? I don't want to answer it.

"Sure," I agreed, not seeing the point in arguing.

He gave me a sly smile before placing a soft kiss on my lips, causing the rest of the band stare at us awkwardly.

With my heart attempting to beat it's way out of my chest, I got up and made my way to the door.

Breathing out, I pulled the door open. The five nine stature of my father greeted me. 

The scowl that was almost permanently upon his face seemed to lift.

"Y/n?" Dads eyes raked over me, as if to make sure I was still in one piece.

"Daddy," I whispered, reaching up to hug his neck. "I'm so sorry, please don't be mad."

His arms encircled my back, bringing me close in a fatherly-daughter embrace.

"I'm not, honey," he ruffled my hair, "I love you."

"I love you too, dad," I smiled up at him.

Pulling away, I could almost hear the sounds of the band 'awing' from behind me.

Looking back up to my father, I could see his classic scowl return and his eyes harden when he spotted Steven approaching us. 

Steven of which just gave a wave in return.

I walked back over to where he stood, him placing his hand on the small of my back, probably just to annoy my dad.

"I have one thing to say, Steven," my father started.

"Yes, Joe?" The front man looked to his friend.

"I don't give a damn how long I've known you, or the fact you're the lead singer in this band," dad huffed, "if you hurt my daughter in anyway. Your ass is dead."

Oh, he's going to be pissed when I tell him I'm moving in with Steven.

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A/n

So how was that? Hopefully it wasn't to bad. This again was really fun to write, especially in my attempt to betray their personalities. Tell me what you think on it? And criticism is always welcomed.
Still, I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes through it. I usually have to re-read something like eight times to pick them all up.