Complicated

#44

Pulling up and walking into the stadium to sit in the audience during soundcheck like the old Sketch days was strange. I didn't think I'd ever be at a venue with him again, let alone with our kids..in public.

There's one thing I know for sure, there isn't a chance in the world he'd ever let this go public for a long time. Which is disappointing for all we went through, I'm sure the public would be more than happy for us to be together again.

What if I posted it? A picture of me at the show or a story of the crowd with no trace it was Harry.

Well actually. A stadium full of people wouldn't be Dom, but then again, there's only two people I've ever been seen with romantically, so it truly could be anyone.

I'm happy knowing that my kids have finally been able to see their biological parents together, but at the same time I feel like Harry is just chatting out of his ass as a control scheme.

There's always the whole thing of 'maybe I'm wrong', but the last time I ever felt like something was up between us, he left everything to rot two days later.

I do love him, and I always will but after that stunt with Dom...I don't know how I feel. It's good to know he's there for me to the point he's willing to break his nice guy persona and swing a mean punch at someone, but at the same time why did he do it?

I owe him a huge thank you for saving me from that situation, but at the same time I don't want to thank him as I told him to stay in the car.

To some extent I am glad he came in or I probably would've travelled to the next location with a broken nose and a black eye.

*buzz buzz*

My phone rings.

I look down at it...'Dom'.

Oh no.

Hesitantly I answer it.

"..hello?" I stutter.

"Where'd you go?" He asks with no particular tone.

"I left." I say bluntly. 

"Come back babe I'm sorry, I just lost my temper" he says pleading.

"In the span of a day? You lost your temper twice and physically attacked me? No I won't come back" I shake my head angrily.

"Oh my god. It was an accident. Come back we'll talk" he pleads again.

"No Dom! I'm not coming back. I'm done. You don't trea-" I shout, but then rudely get interrupted by a huge hand snatching the phone from me.

"Can you piss off?" Harry laughs. "It's pathetic really. You drive recklessly with my kids in the back of your car because she spoke to me..and then you attack her because I walked into your pathetic little venue?"

I stand there in silence and stare as I watch him put the phone on speaker so I can hear the conversation.

"Fuck off Harry. I ain't speaking to you, I want to speak to my girlfriend" he sighs.

"What girlfriend?" He giggles. "She's mine now little boy"

"She doesn't love you Harry. She's over you" he defends like a child.

"I think she does, and I don't think she is over me. Notice how you haven't slept with her yet I have? Funny thing is Dom, it's not about the money, or the fame...it's not her..it's you. You smell...like shit. Your greasy..all the time. Oh and your hair is pathetic with the red. Grow up a bit" he laughs.

"It's the appeal you fuckin..you know what why am I even bothering. I am who I am! Now put her back on the phone" he yells. Clearly annoyed.

"Cant. Too busy piping her" Harry laughs.