Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

20. Aunt Who?

*Aeron's P.O.V*

"Mommy." Anna says.

She was the last person I wanted to hear.

Now she knows that her parents are having troubles.

"Anna, sweetheart. What are you doing up?" I ask.

She was standing in her pajamas, rubbing the sleep from her eye with her teddy bear hugged under her arm.

"I heard you yelling curse words and then daddy started yelling too." She says.

I sighed and shook my head, walking over to her and got on a knee in front of her. Her shirt was a blue and black Tinkerbell one and it was crinkled up inside of her bottoms and I pulled it out, straightening it out and pulling it down over her matching pajama pants. I pushed a strand of her curly brown hair from her face and wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye.

"Don't worry, baby. Mommy and daddy were just talking." I say.

Her eyes were big and glassy with fatigue. Her small head was tilted sideways, scanning my face for confirmation of what I told her. I smiled slightly.

"But daddy was talking about Aunt Joy." She states, making me snap my head back at Harry.

My smile gradually lessened as I continued to gawk at him, disappoinment filling my entirety. You thought my rage was bad earlier. Wait until I get Anna back to bed.

I turned back to look at her. She was so precious. She doesn't deserve what her parents are putting her through.

"Anna, let's get you back to bed, okay?"

I took hold of her hand and led her to her room. She shuffled over and laid down in her bed. I pulled her blanket up and kissed her forehead.

I sat there for a few minutes until she was asleep and went back to the bedroom. Harry was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, doing what he always did. Fiddle with his phone. It's like the damn thing runs his life. He doesn't have time for me anymore. Only for what or whoever is on the phone.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Aunt Joy?" I ask, voice below a whisper.

"Don't." He says.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! She's calling your ex Aunt Joy! What the hell do you mean don't?!" I whisper shout.

"Aeron, love. She must have picked it up before Joy got involved." He says.

"You're full of shit, Harry. Joy came along way before our daughter did!" I seethe.

"So what?!"

"You either took my child to see that whore or that whore came here to my house to see her!"

"It's not just your house and stop calling her a whore!" He retorts.

"Now, you're protecting her?! You just made her look like an idiot on television a few days ago!"

"She's not my priority, Aeron!"

I wanted to pull my hair out.

"You're damn right she isn't. I should be your priority. Me and your 9 year old daughter, sitting here calling your fucking ex her Aunt! You're putting her around someone that's been around the block more than the red buses have!"

"She's not a whore!" He yells.

"She is!" I scream.

"At least she loved me!" He shouts, stepping forward to be just a few inches from me.

My rage towards him was getting worse.

"Don't you dare question my love for you and then compare it to her. She will never love you the way I do." I say, clenching my jaw.

What gives him that right? To try and make her more important than me? She's his ex and he treats her like she's family or some bullshit like that.

"She did love me."

"She loved your money! Harry, wake the fuck up! She can't love you like I do. I love you for who you are and that bitch just likes and sees fame and fortune. I would never ever use you the way she has. She took advantage of your money. That's all she wanted," I say.

I shook my head, studied his face, and sat on the bed.

An hour passed and I was still reeling about what he said.

"I cannot believe you'd say something like that to me, Harry. What does she have that you so desperately seem to want? Is she prettier than me? Is she spunkier than me? Is she more sexually satasfying? All I want to know is why you'd compare me to someone I'm nowhere near."

He was sitting on the other side. I could hear his breathing.

"Nothing. She doesn't have a damn thing that I want. I know I shouldn't have said that and I'd take it back if I could," He paused and took a breath, getting up and squatted in front of me. I looked at him and bit the inside of my cheek.

His eyes were gentle and comforting. His face was relaxed.

He took my hands in his and kissed my knuckles.

"She's not prettier. She's not spunkier and she sure as hell isn't better than you in bed. I only compared you to her because I was upset and it isn't even an excuse. I apologize. It's not going to be enough, but please? Just, please don't leave me? I couldn't make it the rest of my life without you being here to support me the way that you have been for the last eight and a half years."

"Okay," I nod. "I won't go."

He smiled and pressed his lips to mine softly. I kissed back and held his cheeks. He deepened the kiss and I let him, but pulled back.

"I'm sorry I was going to leave. I was being dramatic." I say, leaning my forehead to his.

"Love, it's fine. I understand. You didn't want to fight, so leaving was how you thought you'd fix it." He replied.

I smiled sweetly.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Aeron. No matter how bad you want to leave. I'm not going to let you go. I love you more than you'll ever know and giving up like Niall did isn't something I'm doing. I'm going to fix this. I'm going to fix us."

I believed him. Every word he spoke and every glint in his eyes was enough to keep me around. I was so hell beant on leaving him. It wouldn't have fixed anything. Just like he said. Nothing would have been solved if I left. So, I have to stay to fix the relationship I worked so hard to keep in tact up to this point.

~Merp.

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