Forever Young

Chapter 15: My Dad

I woke up. Pain in my shoulder. In my leg. Oh and Harry Styles snoring in my ear. He must have pulled the chair by my bed and talked me to sleep. Or gave me the drugs and water to fall asleep

He groans in his sleep and I look at Justin. He is sleeping like a baby. His leg is propped up in a drape type thing and his arm is wrapped up in a cast.

"Hurts to see him like that? Huh, Erin?"

I turn to see a guy at the window. It was the guy, who almost killed me and Justin.

"How- You did this! You hurt me and him!! I shout trying to wake up the others. Anneka wakes up but I slightly slide my iPhone across the bed and its on the recording app. Her phone is on the video app.

"Now shush. Wouldn't want to wake up Harry now would you? He is so cute when he sleeps."

"Your a creep!" I shout, Harry wouldn't budge.

"Trying to get your boyfriend to wake up?"

I press the button on the bed for emergencies and 4 police come rushing in. Shooting at the window.

And of course Harry wakes up now.

We hear a thud and a cry for help that he is hurt. But I start to cry. The cop asks me if anything happened to me but I tell him I'm fine. He needed to check on Mr. frog.

But then I realize its not Mr. frogs voice on the recording.

I have never heard the voice I am hearing till now. And I'm not sure who it is. Although he sounds so familiar.

"That isn't Mark, that isn't Mr. frog. Who the hell is this mofo?!" Anneka shouts.

Harry smiles at my confusion.

"I don't know. But I need released today. I know Justin can't get out but I need to go on this date with Harry and I need to be here with Justin. Please go see if I can leave." I ask.

Anneka gets up and talks to my nurse. She smiles and makes a squealing sound which I never thought she could do.

My phone vibrates.

' I need to talk to you -daddy'

I drop my smile. He meet texts me. He only calls me. He only texts though when he knows ill be upset with what he did.

"Excuse me could take everyone out of the room a minuet Harry?"

He nods and grabs everyone around.

I dial my dads number.

One ring

Two rings

Three-

Two and a half rings before voicemail and I get a text.

'You know what my line of work is.'

I look confused right now. Very confused.

My dad works in the music industries. He manages Jennifer Lopez, Selena Gomez, Carrie Underwood, and Little Big Town.

He makes $167,793,743,982 a year exactly. Most of it goes to me cause I am daddy's little girl.

'Of course, why wouldn't I?'

If he is asking me that question he must have done something bad.

'Well we are adding more bedrooms to the house. I uh came across a new band to manage'

That means they are staying with us. Last time before he let the go, Big Time Rush stayed and we had enough extra bedrooms. That means there are more than a four man band. Since Adam is out of the house there are 5 bedrooms. But unless they have 6 members or a body guard they may need a room.

'Please tell me it is someone that actually has talent!'

'Actually, they have 2 albums out and 2 coming out, they sell out arenas, and you might like them...'

I roll my eyes and sit up. My dad is ignorant. And he is always in France. My mom and him live there. We all use to live in Britain but we. Moved here when I wasn't even one. But anyway since he works there he expects me to look after whoever he is bringing into the house. I practically babysat BTR and trust me... Kendall is the only 'grown up' one.

'Daddy, who is it?'

I don't get an answer back for about an hour.

"I think it's One Direction." Madi guesses.

"Twenty bucks if it is. From everyone in this room... twenty bucks!"

I laugh and glance over to Anneka.

"I guess Big Time Rush again... $50"

I laugh.

"Your only guessing that cause you bet a Dollar last time and you were right."

I add.

"I could have guessed more but I was just joking in my bet."

We laugh and joke around more. But when I open my phone to reveal the answer...

'Look in your hospital cabinet.'

"What the hell? It's a blocked number. Go look in your hospital cabinet."

I read the message again when they all got back in the room.

" I'll do it." The police officer said. He scanned with a bomb sensor and confirmed it wasn't a bomb so he was going to open it.

"It is just picture of two people kissing" he says and hands them to me.

It is of me and Mark in 8th grade kissing. By our lockers when nobody was around. And at the time I wasn't dating anyone, yet I promised Adam I'd never talk to Mark.

"What are they?! Who are they?!" Madi shouts.

"No one." I gulp hard. "No one at all. Just a misunderstanding." I say and then wondering how he got these pictures. Was he taking pictures of me?

My dad had texted back. I forgot all about it. I look at it and a faint feeling comes to me.

"Erin! Erin? Love are you alright?"

"Yeah fine Harry, but uh a few ground rules. No jumping on the furniture. And don't eat the whole fridge"

And I faint.