Rewind {Sequel to Heartbreaker In Manhattan} (H.S)

Chapter 1

A/N: If you're reading this, you will hopefully and should have read Heartbreaker In Manhattan!
This is the promised sequel Rewind!
There is no prologue; it jumps straight in to where Heartbreaker left off! So enjoy!

Harry's POV

Modest were at it again! Not only were they set on making me completely miserable, they were now forcing me back in to a relationship with Liv. The girl who lied to me, the girl who made me fall head over heals in love with her; with the only purpose of breaking Kendall Jenner and I up. And being the idiot I am, I fell for it.

Granted I did fall; and I fell hard. Only to have my heartbroken in the end.
She claims to have loved me and that she still does; and I want to believe her. Believe me I do. But like I said to her two weeks ago; I needed time. Time to figure everything out in my head, time to come to terms that she does actually have feelings for me and time to forgive her. But Modest weren't giving me that time. Modest were making me jump back into a relationship with her just like none of this even happened. I guess now it was a good thing that no one denied or confirmed a break up during that two week period. But there was definitely speculation. But that's the thing it did happen. So I guess that's how I wound up here. Sitting in my kitchen with my ex who was now my "girlfriend" again.

"Just tell me the truth Harry please," Liv yelled at me
"I don't need to tell you anything," I shrugged it off
"You do! Because you were hanging out with that skank in LA, while the whole world thinks we're still together," she sighed, she looked like she was about to cry. I hated it when she cried
"Well none of this wouldn't have happened if you didn't sign that damn contract!" I yelled at her
"That's the funny thing, H," she said, wiping her eyes, "it would have,"
"How, tell me how this all would have happened if you didn't sign the contract? Because I highly doubt it would have,"
"Jess and I were always going to be going to 1Oak that night," she said, "so we would have met,"
"But that still doesn't explain absolutely anything Liv," I screamed
"Well for starters, if I didn't sign the contract they would have found someone else and whose to say you wouldn't have fallen for them like you did me?" She said, she did have a point, "and you know what you're lucky I signed it, because I know most people who would have signed that wouldn't have fallen for you,"
"Enough with telling me you actually have feelings for me," I screamed, "it's all a lie,"
"How many times do I have to tell you it's not a lie, it wasn't a lie after the karaoke night," She screamed back, "because I'm gonna fucking remind you until you believe me,"
"I told you I needed time," I sighed tired of the screaming and the fighting
"And by time you mean flying to LA and hooking up with the first skanky blonde you see?"
"It wasn't like that," I told her
"Then fucking tell me, because you're gonna need to tell the world something," she said, "you can tell me the truth, even if it's gonna kill me inside, because it's not going to change how I feel about you in the slightest," I could see it in her eyes that she was expecting the worst; but when I tell her it wasn't like that I mean it
"When I say it wasn't like what you think I mean it," I told her
"Then tell me," she said, wiping away a tear that had fallen. I hated making her cry, even though she hurt me and betrayed me; making her cry was not what I wanted to do; ever, "because the more you beat around the bush about it makes me think you're lying," I nodded. I walked over to her and grabbed her by the hand, "don't touch me," she cried even more; so I did something bold, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close something I'd wanted to do since the day I saw her at the airport last wee. I knew that I was doing the wrong thing, but I couldn't bare seeing the girl I loved so much, hurting the way she was.
I pulled away a lot earlier than I wanted to and grabbed her by the hand to take her to the living room; "so you want the truth?" I asked. My question was met with silence at first but eventually she nodded, "okay," I sighed, "so I decided to get out of London the day after you went back to New York," I began, "and I usually go to LA to clear my head and see some friends. So the first night I was there I went to a bar with my friend Cal, I told him everything and he sided with you," her face displayed a look of shock when I said that one of my best mates sided with her over me, "so I left and fully intended to go home, but I was stopped by this blonde girl; Johannah,"
"Okay, so then what happened?" She asked, not able to look me in the eyes
"She told me she had something to show me, and lead me over to a booth; I told her I didn't want to see whatever she had to show me, but she insisted,"
"And my guess is that it's the so called photo of me hooking up with some guy in New York?"
"Yeah it was," I said, "I spoke to her for a few more minutes before leaving and then two days later I bumped into her again, and she demanded we get coffee,"
"Why did you agree?" Liv asked
"Don't hate me for this, but I thought I could make you jealous," I told her, I instantly regretted doing that, telling her I was trying to make her jealous. She just nodded at my admission, "so I got up to leave about fifteen minutes in because I couldn't stand being around her for another second," I paused for a second letting Liv collect her thoughts, "and then she ran after me because I left my..." And then it hit me, and Liv must have had the same thought because of her next question
"What date was this?" She asked, getting her own phone from the coffee table in the lounge
"This isn't time for texting anyone, Liv" I said, as I saw her opening the message icon, but then I realised what she was doing
"It wasn't the Wednesday was it?" She asked
"Yeah it was," I told her
"You left your phone at the table didn't you?"
"I did," I sighed, and she showed me her phone, and right there displayed on the screen of her iPhone was a text to me, sent that exact day, "but I have a passcode and the fingerprint thing on it,"
"Harry, what's the passcode?" She asked
"Um... It's 0209," I said quietly, because I didn't want to her to hear how my passcode for my phone was her birthday
"My birthday," she said, "and the only way she would know my birthday was if she knew me or Elizabeth told her..." She didn't finish her sentence
"Because they have your birthday on record, from the contract," I finished for her.

Two hours later we were still in the living room with our laptops out, looking for any information we could on Johannah Parker. When I remembered that Liv gave something to Ron as she left the Modest office the other day, "hey what was in the envelope you gave Ron?" I asked, curious as to what it was
"The money for the contact," she said, not looking up from her screen
"You gave the money back?" Shocked she would do that, if she was in fact cut off from her trust fund, she just nodded in response, "why?" Was my next question
"I don't need it and I felt guilty for taking it," there it was the confirmation I needed, she never got cut off. I slammed the lid of my laptop down picked it up and walked away. Needing to get away from the girl who had just lied to me once again.

Liv's POV

I heard the lid of his laptop slam shut and then noticed he'd walked away, 'here we go again, jumping to conclusions,' I thought to myself. I made a note to get myself a copy of documents Jess got from the lawyers about the re-instatement of the trust to our names to prove to him that I was in fact cut off. Tomorrow was his interview where he'd be giving the details of what happened when I was in New York and he was in LA. And I was nervous. I had no idea what he was going to say now that he thought this. I knew now that with everything that's happened between us I needed proof with him, just so I could gain his trust back. So he could trust me again.

The last few days of living with Harry had been horrible. We were constantly fighting, and if we weren't we giving each other the silent treatment. I was determined as anything to prove to him that I signed the contract out of need and desperation. It had nothing to do with who he was.

Another half an hour had passed and he still hadn't returned back to the living room. It was then it dawned on me that in every photo taken of him when he was with Johannah Parker when he was in LA, you could never see her face. They were always of her back, or taken from the side where her hair was covering her face. It was now blatantly obvious that this girl did not want to be seen, as she was a fake and someone from IMG, the supposed modelling agency she was signed to; would be able to tell. I went on to the IMG website and looked at all the female models. Only to discover that Christian O'Donnell was wrong; there was in fact someone called Johannah Parker listed on the sight. So I clicked on to her profile only to discover that there were no photos of her from shoots, so I went back to look at the models and noticed that there was no headshot what so ever. I took my laptop off the charger and took it up to Harry's room where I knew he would be, I knocked on the door, "not now Liv," I heard him, and it sounded like he had been crying
"Harry it's important I need to show you something,"
"I don't wanna hear it," came the reply
"It's not about the contract or anything," I told him, "it's about Johannah," there was no reply. I stood outside his bedroom door waiting, for what felt like hours when all of a sudden the door opened
"Come in," he said, and we went and sat on his bed, "what did you find?"
"Someone's hacked into the IMG website and created a page for Johannah," I told him, "but there's more," I opened the laptop and showed him the page
"There's no head shot," he said, he took my laptop off me and clicked on the link for her page, "there's also no information on her,"
"And if you noticed in the pap photos taken of her you couldn't see her face," I said
"What does this mean?" He asked
"Someone is definitely up to something, someone has also hacked into the IMG website; and I'm sure that whoever did that also photoshopped a photo of me and that guy at a club, you don't have that photo by any chance?" I asked, he nodded, and pulled out his phone, and there it was a photo of me kissing a guy at a club. But it wasn't just any guy, "this is fake,"
"What do you mean?" He asked, "it was clearly taken at 1Oak,"
"It wasn't, you see the guy in the photo?" He nodded, "that's my ex Troy, I haven't seen him since January,"
"But the background?"
"I also don't have that dress anymore, I left it in Melbourne," So I grabbed my laptop back and did a search on Troy and I. And sure enough what came up, a photo of Troy and I at Eve Nightclub, I was wearing the exact same outfit I was in the photo shopped photo and Troy was as well, "look," I said, and he held his phone up to the screen and did a little comparing. It was then he realised that something was definitely up. And that someone was out to get us.

A/N: short chapter I know! And a lot was covered! I just wanted to get the first chapter posted asap!
Photo up the top/ to the side (depending on how you read this) of Matt Little from Home and Away, he plays Livs ex Troy.
Hope you enjoyed much love xxxx