July 22
Harry's point of view
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Lou and I were watching a movie on the couch when my phone rang. Louis looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. "You're going to pick up or?" He asked.
"Nah, don't need to." I answered. I thought that the movie was more important. "Okay." He responded, shrugging it off.
After a couple of seconds my phone stopped ringing. But a minute later it started again.
"Shouldn't you at least look who it is?" He questioned. "Already did. Unknown number." I answered. I wasn't really in the mood to pick up anyways. I really need some rest.
The phone went silent, but Louis groaned when it started ringing again. "Just pick up already." "Okay fine." I mumbled. Louis paused the movie and I grabbed my phone of the coffee table.
"It's Harry." I answered the phone. "Harry, It's Monique." The person at the other side of the line said.
What the fuck. My brows knitted together. Why would she call me? And why did it say unknown number?
"Who is it?" Louis whispered. "It's Monique." I said to him and he frowned his brows. This never happens, so this is very weird. "Harry, I must apologise for saying I don't need your help." Monique started.
Louis stood up and walked out the living room
"Don't you think it's a little late for that?" I answered.
I was furious. She made a big fucking mistake and she comes with an apology 5 years later?
"I am sorry." She said again.
Yeah, like that will fix everything.
"How is she by the way? Now that you've got to spend time together and be one big happy family?" I mocked. You could clearly hear in my voice that I was annoyed, because I was, and I was not in the mood to hide it.
"Good." She answered. Good? Is that all?
"Are you sure about that?" I questioned. Here it comes
"No. We have to leave her again." She said. I knew it.
"For goodness sake, Monique! You said you wouldn't fucking do that!" I angrily said. "Please don't raise your voice at me, Harry." She said.
I didn't even raise my voice, and even if I did, I can do whatever I want.
"I think I can do whatever I want." I said. "We have to leave for work. We already arranged everything." Monique continued. "Always working, huh?" I asked, not hiding how low I thought of her. "We need money to take care of her." She answered. "Oh, like you don't have enough money already. And taking care of her? Do you even know how that works?" I asked.
I heard her sigh at the other side of the line, finally breaking through her stone-cold expression. I know I touched a soft spot. It always has been, but she never tried to change something about that.
"I heard you just ended tour." She tried again. "Yes, that's correct." I answered. "I am sure you would like to rest for a while." She went on.
Ok, get to the point.
"What are you implying?" I asked. "You could stay with her." She responded, and all my anger just flooded out my body. My brows weren't furrowed anymore, and my lips parted slightly. "What?" I questioned.
I need more information
"We are in France right now, but we have to leave for work. We will be back at the end of her vacation, and I do not think she would want to be home, but if we leave her here, she would be alone. We have left her many times so it should not be a problem, but the campsite we are on does not have any guests except for us. That means she can feel lonely. So why don't you stay with her?" She explained.
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