I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Who was this? Why would she send this to me? Yes, I'm assuming it's a she because... well, I don't know.
But I did know that I couldn't tell Harry. He'd get so worried he wouldn't let me out of the house, which he barely does now.
I saw that the number that sent the text was blocked, so I just blocked the number. Hopefully M wouldn't text back. Hopefully.
I walked to the door of my room, hesitated, then continued to Harry's room. I didn't want to be alone. The door was open a crack so I knocked lightly and opened it. Harry was already sleeping under the blankets. I smiled and walked to the other side of the bed. I lightly pulled the covers back and slid in next to him. I grabbed his hand and put it around my waist, feeling the way our bodies fit perfectly next to each other. I smiled and fell asleep.
I woke up the next day still next to Harry. I turned over and saw he was awake.
"Morning." He said grinning. I smiled and said the same. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Oh shit!" I yelled scrambling up.
"What?" Harry asked sitting up.
"My dad's here! I have to get him at the airport in-" I glanced at the clock. 9:30 am. "-30 minutes!" I ran to my room and threw on some jeans, a loose t shirt, and my converse. I ran into the kitchen and rummaged around for my keys. Harry came up behind me and grabbed my arms.
"Hold it, hold it." He said slowly. "Why so stressed out, love?" I shook my head.
"I just.... I just need to be there, ok?" I said quickly looking for my keys again.
"Your car isn't here." Harry said trying to hide his smile. "I'm going to have to take you."
"Would you?" I asked staying still for once.
"Only if you tell me why you just have to be there." He said. That sneaky devil.
"I need to make a good impression. I need to make him love me still." I admitted looking at the ground.
"You shouldn't have to do that." Harry said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"There are a lot of things that I shouldn't have to do." I said quietly. Harry sighed.
"I know. I wish I could protect you." He said. I looked up at him and searched his eyes.
"You shouldn't have to." I said. "And I don't mean to ruin the moment, but we kinda have to go."
"Right..." Harry said. He grabbed his keys and lead me out the door.
We got to the airport at 10:15, a little late, but dad's plane was late, too. We waited at the terminal for him to come out. I'll be honest, when he came out, I wanted him to smile and give me a big hug since we haven't seen each other in three months. But, no. That is not what I got. I got a man in a suit come out on his cell phone with a bag of luggage. I got a simple nod of acknowledgement as he continued to talk about stocks and crap. Harry squeezed my hand.
"It'll be ok." He whispered in my ear. Dad hung up just then.
"Hey, honey." He said grinning. "Haven't seen you in a while." No shit.
"Yeah." I said faking a smile. "It's been a while." Dad looked at Harry.
"Oh! Dad, this is Harry Styles, my boyfriend. Harry, this is... my dad." I finished awkwardly. They shook hands.
"It's a pleasure, sir." Harry said. I almost rolled my eyes. He was such a kiss-up.
"Please, call me Daniel." Dad said. He put his hands in his pockets and looked Harry up and down. "If you don't mind, I rented a car to take Brandi out for lunch." Harry nodded once.
"Yup, I'll just leave you to it then." Harry said. I hugged him before he could go.
"Sorry about... him." I whispered in his ear. Harry shook his head slightly and walked out. Yay.
"So, shall we?" Dad asked. I followed him to the rental car.
After we were done eating, which was kinda awkward since we didn't know what to say, dad took my to Harry's. He pulled into the end of the driveway and put the car in park.
"Are you sure you like this guy?" He asked me.
"Dad, I'm positive." I assured him. "He's good to me."
"Ok. You know what hotel I'm at, just come by if you need too." He said. I nodded and got out of the car.
"Thanks for lunch." I said giving a small smile.
"No problem, darling." Dad said as he reversed. I walked up to the front door and let myself in.
"Harry? I'm home." I called. No answer. I walked farther in, figuring he was in the bathroom or something. But I found him on the couch. He was sitting with his hand over his mouth and a piece of paper in the other.
"Harry?" I asked again. "What is that? Are you ok?" He looked up at me. His eyes were not full of the love and compassion I'd grown used to. They were cold and... empty.
"When did you plan on telling me about this?" He demanded shortly and quietly.
"About what?" I asked worried.
"Read it for yourself." He said disgusted. He balled up the paper and tossed it at me. It landed at my feet. I bent over and picked it up.
"Harry- I think you'd like to know what your 'girlfriend' had been doing behind you back. That party at Niall's? She and Liam, well, they had a little episode in a room. Liam professed his love for her, and, though she rejected him first, she ended up kissing him. I can tell you, this hasn't been the only time something like that's happened. Maybe talk to Zayn, her BFF. Now why, oh why would something like this happen to the magical Harry Styles? This is what happens when I get blocked. -M."
Oh my goodness.
"Harry, this isn't what it looks like." I said tightly.
"Then what is it?!" He shouted. "You expect me to believe that you haven't been sneaking around my back? I knew that you had something for Liam, but I didn't think you'd take it this far! I thought I was good enough for you? I finally though that I deserved you! But I guess I didn't, and I guess I wasn't good enough, because you had to go after one -- no, two -- of my best mates!" He threw his hands in the air.
"Harry, you have to believe me!" I said desperately, tears forming in my eyes.
"You know, I'm not sure what to believe anymore. I've been lied to enough." He said turning his back to me and starting to walk out of the room.
"Harry, wait!" I yelled. "Harry!" I walked after him. "Listen to me!"
"NO!" He yelled turning around. "No, I've done enough listening. I have been there for you through everything. First... Liam, then you sister, now your dad coming back. And this is how you repay me? By sleeping around with my best mates?" I backed up a little, he was scaring me.
"You... you slut." The hissed accusation was tossed at me like it was nothing. Like he'd been thinking it for a while. I was taken aback. The tears fell.
"Take your things and get out. We're done." Harry said.
"Harry... where will I go?" I sobbed.
"Not my problem. Maybe go find your daddy and plan your sister's funeral." He turned and stalked up the stairs. I collapsed onto my knees and cried.
How could M do this to me? I pulled out my phone and unblocked the number. My phone buzzed immediately.
"That was just a taste. You don't know the half of what I can do. -M." Why was this happening to me? I threw my phone across the room and it smashed on the opposite wall. I left it there.
"Harry..." I sniffed and, still crying, managed to get into my room and open the beautiful white drawers. I pulled out my clothes and stuck them in the duffel bag under my bed. I took the few things I had on the dresser in it, too, but I left the picture of us. I didn't want it. It hurt too much. I set the necklace he gave me early on (that I didn't write about) around it. With one last look, I grabbed my bag and left the room. Harry was pacing in his room swearing obscenities under his breath. But I didn't go in.
I took a deep breath.
I wiped my eyes.
I walked out the door.
I didn't look back.
What'd you think??? K sorry for not updating, just letting you know that I am alive and well ;) Sorry about that, I'm done with choir so I'll be able to update every Sunday now (: