Up All Night (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Not Enough

Kaila's P.O.V.

How could he do this to me? I am at home raising our two kids while he is out sucking other girls' faces. Was I really not enough for him? How could I not see through all his shit? ACtually no, I did see through all of it before we got engaged. Back after Paris. Back when he sang and I slammed the door in his face. I saw through all of it. Why couldn't I have seen through it before. No. If I had I wouldn't have my girls. So I guess in a way, it's good I'm ignorant, naive, and gullible. 

Harry's P.O.V.

I saw her sitting on a swing. I remember taking Darcy and Natalie here a few months ago. Slowly I walked up to her. Her eyes were full of hatred towards me and screamed get-out-of-my-face-asshole. How could I do this?

"What?" She spat at me. Her words stung.

"I-I," I couldn't get the words out. 

"That's what I thought. You have no excuse! Just save it! I don't want to hear that you're fucking sorry. I don't want to hear that you fucking love me! I don't want to hear anything! Get away from me! I don't want anything to do with you! While I was taking care of our kids, one of which has a fucking brain tumor, you were out sucking face!" She screamed. She rarely screamed. Her words hurt but I knew I deserved them.

"Don't bring up our daughter's brain tumor! Do you think I like the fact that I get sympathy everywhere I go?" I yelled back. I don't know why I'm yelling. She should be the one yelling.

"Why don't you want sympathy? It helps your career. Isn't that why you do everything, for your fucking job?" She asked in an a-matter-of-fact tone.

"You weren't complaining about my job and my money when I bought you that ring on your finger! Or when we were booking stuff for the wedding!"

Her facial expression turned to hurt,

"I made my own money!"

"Yeah with the job I got you because of my job!"

"I never want to speak to you again! You are the biggest asshole on the face of the planet! I hate you! I hate you more than my father!"

She ran past me in tears. Damn. I was supposed to come and fix things, not make them worse. What am I going to do? 

Kaila's P.O.V.

How could he say those things to me? I knew he helped with the job but I didn't know he full out got it for me. I thought I got it for talent. Did he get me the movie job too? 

To Zac:

Hey. Sorry about yelling at you the other day. Want to go out for drinks?XOXO

From Zac:

Course babe. Glad you chose me over that curly haired idiot Mr. Popstar. 5 minutes at the pub down the street?

To Zac:

No. I feel like clubbing. 5 minutes at that new club.XOXO

From Zac:

Okay

I met him there wearing a slutty black dress that cut off right below my ass. It had a fish netting fabric on the stomach instead of actual fabric. It was low cut and tight. I wore black high heels that made me look taller. My long brown hair was straigtened and I had dark eye make-up on that made me look extra slutty. 

"Wow." Zac said when he saw me.

"Stop drooling and come dance with me but first, let's get drunk!" I yelled as I ran to the bar pulling Zac behind me.

"Is this such a good idea?" He asked. I shot him a death glare and he shut up.  I grabbed some shots and got drunk right away. 

Zac and I were dancing until I felt an arm on my shoulder. I stared grinding against them without paying attention to who they were. 

"Kay stop!"  A voice boomed over the music. I turned and saw Matt, my older brother. He was extremely protective over me and we were extremely close. We haven't had time to talk lately though. He didn;t want to hold me back from living my dream so he we stopped talking. Now he was standing right in front of me while I am totally wasted. 

"Kay what the hell? You were supposed to be responsible down here!" He yelled. 

I couldn't speak. He started to drag me away. Zac started to objectify but Matt shot him a warning glare and he shut up. 

He drove me back to my house. He knew where it was even though I was so drunk I didn't. I feel like there's a reason I don't want to be home but I can;t remember. 

Matt carried me in bridal style and as soon as he opened the door and I saw Harry with the boys sitting on the couch I remembered but I was too drunk to sober up from that. Harry loked up and ran over grabbing me from Matt's arms. 

Harry's P.O.V.

"What the hell? Who the fuck are you? Get off my fiance!" I yelled trying to grab her but she faught to stay in his arms. I could tell she was drunk because she stunk and she was dressed like a skank. 

"I'm her older brother. Some fiance you are. I found her grinding with some manwhore and she is totally wasted. I swear if you did something to her and that's why she's like this I will kill you!"

I was about to respond but the boys came over.

"Okay guys. Things are getting a bit heated. How about we put Kaila to sleep and we will hash everything out tomorrow when Kaila can actually respond and isn't drunk out of her mind." Liam stated.

"Fine but I'm putting her to bed." I huffed.

"Hell no. She's my baby sister. I haven't seen her in the longest time. I missed her like crazy. Plus you caused this!"

"You don't even know why she was drunk!' I shouted. Kaila groaned signifying her head was hurting from the yelling. 

"Woah! Okay first, you don't know what caused this." Louis said to her "brother." "And you. You did cause this! You were an idiot! I will put her to bed and you two will go to sleep also and we will talk things out in the morning. I don't want you guys talking until I say so!" Louis directs at me then moves to both of us. 

He grabbed her. She stirred in his arms but ended up holding onto him. I was so jealous. I wish that was me.

This is all my fault. How could I make her think she wasn't enough for me?