Good Gone Bad

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

-HARRY/MARCEL'S POV-

I bring my hand to knock at the door.

"Whooo is it?" she giggles, sending butterflies too my stomach.

"Harry. Now open up darling. You are in no state to be alone," I urge.

She hiccups on the other side of the door, "Me don't want Harreeeeeeh. I want some Marcel."

I ignore her giggles from inside and search around for a spare key.

-GABBY'S POV-

Even in my drunk state, I know he hasn't spoken in a while. I begin to worry, and open the door quickly. "Harreh baby where is you?"

I hear a muffled voice coming from the bushes, but I know it's him "Oh sweetie, you sound like a two year old."

Actually hurt from the comment he probably meant in a joking way, I scoff. I grab his curls, so desperate for his mouth to be on mine again. Smiling, I lean up to brush his lips while saying, "I don't think a two year old could do this."

Before I get a chance to kiss him like I want to, he pulls away from my face. "I'm not going to kiss you until you give me a liable reason for getting so drunk you called me a poopy face."

I think back on the reason. When reality sobers me up, my knees feel weak and I fall to the ground. I don't even try to hold back the tears. I don't let people see my cry very often, but it's Harry. And I have a good damn reason to be crying. "Mum" is all I can choke out.

"What did she do? Did she hurt you? Where is she?" He roars, his usually bright green eyes dark.

"Sh..she left me."

He bends down to pick me up and takes me to the couch, eyes widening at the appearance of the place, "Did you make this mess?"

I shake my head and look away from him, "You really think I could actually make a mess like this in the matter of three hours? Wow."

He sighs, "I'm sorry my love, you've just been drinking and I didn't know how you act drunk. Why did she leave?"

"She didn't want to be a mother anymore."

His face grows with concern, "She what?"

"Harry I'm sorry but not everybody has a perfect Mum like you do! From the time I was ten, every single conversation we've had has been filled with anger and frustration. I don't even know what I ever did wrong. She just didn't like me. I would only see her once a week, and she was always drunk. You know the worst part? She fucking lied to me about my father."

He rubs small circles on my back, soothing me just a little. "Baby I'm sorry. You can't assume I know everything about you because I don't. We've known each other just a few days. But what did she lie to you about him? And speaking of him, where is he now?"

Knowing so much about him, I never realized that he honestly knows nothing of my past. "I'm sorry I flipped on you Harry. I should've realized you don't know all that much about me."

He grins and waits patiently for me to continue.

"My whole life, I didn't have a dad. The only remembrance of him that I have is a picture of the three of us, right after I was born. All my friends, they talked about how much fun their father was. They got to come home to their daddy every single day. And not once have I ever had a father figure. The worse part about it all? I was completely wrong about the man. Mum said nasty things about him. And she admitted she was lying about it. Lying about everything. She admitted it in a note."

Harry brushes his thumb to wipe away my tears, "Could I possibly see the note?"

Instead it answering him, I walk to the kitchen and grab the crumpled piece of paper from the waste bin. He gladly takes it from me and reads it. I watch his facial expression change from sadness to to anger. "She left you fifty fucking thousand dollars and didn't tell you where the hell it was? We need to find it soon, because you can't live off of what you have here. And you should probably move into a smaller apartment once we find it. Maybe next door to me, it's for sale. And then you need to call your-"

I shut him up with a kiss, "You're such a worry wart."

His eyes soften and he chuckles, sending vibrations from his body to mine. "I'm just worried you'll end up on the streets."

I put my finger to his lips to hush him. "I won't. We will find the money. But for now... I'd like to get my mind off it all. What do you think about that?" I question, pushing him towards my bed room.

"I think that you're still drunk and I really don't need to be taking advantage of you." He says, not going back anymore.

I pout, "Do I still look drunk to you?"

He shakes his head, "Well we both know appearances aren't entirely truthful."

I stifle laughter, thinking about everything we've been through the past few days, "Test me."

He shrugs his shoulders and speaks, "Recite the ABC's backwards."

"Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A" I say slowly. I could barely do that even if I had no drinks at all.

He nods, "Good, good. Now take you right hand and hold it out." I do as I'm told and he continues "Now bring your hand to your nose." I do what he says without any difficulty once so ever, "Now do the same with your left hand."

He smirks, "Great. One more test. Wait here."

He comes back in with a roll of masking tape. Rolling it across the floor, he makes a straight white line. "Finally, you must walk in a straight line putting one foot in front of the other on the tape."

Looking down at my feet, making sure I don't mess up, I make my way across the line. Suddenly I feel myself run into somebody, Harry.

I look up in his eyes and see that familiar smirk. "I knew you were sober, I just thought it would be funny to watch you do this all."

(A/N: GAHH I love you all! I am sorry it's kind of short but I hope you like it. I have decided on the ship name Garry. Vote, comment, and read on babes!)