One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Segregation //Harry//

You sat in the back seat of your father's car. He was taking the family out to eat since he had gotten a promotion at his job. Your father was a stock broker. You looked over to your stepmother in the front passenger seat. Her hair was blowing in the wind seeing as the Windows were down. You looked at her pale skin, glanced at your father's pale skin, then looked down at your brown colored skin. You always wondered where you came from. Your father said that you were biologically his, but you looked nothing like him. Your stepmom was nothing more, just some lady who married your father. You never met your mother. Your dad never liked to talk about her. You guessed that you got your looks and complexion from her.

Growing up, kids at school would always make fun of you for having white parents. Your dad decided to home school you when he caught you trying to bleach your skin one day. You were tired of the kids poking and teasing you for your skin, so you thought that if you could bleach your skin, they would leave you alone.

"You okay back there?" Your dad asks you once you guys reached a red light. His blue eyes sparkling as he looked at you. You smile at him, giving a thumbs up.

"I'm fine." You tell him. He smiles and starts driving again, finally reaching the diner he was taking you to. As a family you guys got out the car, your father leading the way to the place. You read a sign on one of the windows, no colors allowed. You glance to your father, but he didn't seem to acknowledge the sign. He simply wraps one arm around you and the other around your stepmom.

"Hi, how may I help you sir?" The hostess smiles at your dad, but then frowns when her eyes land on you. "I'm sorry, but the colored are not allowed to dine in here. They have to go next door." She explains to your father.

"Excuse me? You mean to tell me that my daughter can't dine with me and my wife because of her skin being a few shades darker then yours? She isn't colored. She is mixed. She has white blood running through her vein, the same as me and the same as you." You father seethes. At this point the diner had gone silent, watching to see the commotion.

"Clearly he is color blind and can't see that the girl is not his daughter. She's too black!" You heard someone from a table say. You glanced at them and they quickly looked away except for one kid. He had a good amount of chocolate colored curls on his head as well as these piercing green eyes. He looks down, his face turning red. Your father had heard them too and he marched right over there.

"Is there something you would like to share?" He questions.

The lady shook her head no, looking at your father in fear. He rolls his eyes and marches back over to you, grabbing hold of your hand.

"This diner will be shut down by the end of the week. I hope this was worth losing your job over." He points at the hostess and stalks out the diner with you and your stepmother.

"I'm sorry about this sweet pea." He tells you.

"Dad, honestly it's fine. How about we go over there." You pointed to a diner that was dedicated to colored folks.

Your father nods, "I'd rather have soul food anyway." He huffs making you laugh.

Later on that day, you were at home reading in your room when you heard a few pebbles being thrown at your window. You thought it was some kids teasing you as they always did. You got up and walked to the window, opening it. To your surprise, it was the kid from the diner.

"Hi?"

"Um...I wanted to apologize for the way my family acted at the diner. It was uncalled for..." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "I'm not racist like them..." He adds looking up at you.

"What's your name?" You ask him, leaning on the window frame. You had to admit, he was kind of cute.

"Harry...you?" You tell him your name.