When we got home, both James and Darcy had fallen asleep. I carried them both to their beds. I decided to turn on the TV and watch whatever was on.
"Harry Styles and Taylor Swift were spotted yesterday at a chic disco." The reporter said as I saw evidence.
"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered.
I dialled Harry's number, irritated by what I was watching.
"Hi, Y/N. Did you get home safe?"
"Seriously, Harry? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I whisper-yelled, trying not to raise my voice.
There was silence on the other end.
"Y/N I-"
"No, you listen to me, Harry. Just because you're famous and rich doesn't mean you have to act like an ass. If you don't want to be with the kids, just tell me."
"Y/N, I can explain-"
"All I want to know is where they were when you went partying. That's all."
"They were perfectly safe."
"WHERE."
"They were at Ed's."
"Thank goodness. Go fuck yourself." I hung up and tears started coming down my face.
I couldn't believe it. I thought Harry was over that. Anything could've happened to the kids. Ed was my best friend and he was the one that had introduced Harry to me. I decided to call him.
"Hello beautiful."
"Hi Ed."
"What's wrong? It sounds as if you've been crying."
"Can you come over?"
"Sure, I'll be there soon."
I decided to shower before Ed came over. Feeling the cold water on my face was relieving. I was putting a towel around my body when the doorbell rang.
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FanfictionY/N and Harry are divorced, but there's something that makes them see each other: their two children. Discover the truth behind the couple and their divorce as things get better or worse.
