Erin [editing]

TWENTY-SIX| bonds and ties

Aftermaths are always a pain in the ass. Today's Saturday of the next week. Nicola's still pissed at me and I at her. Blair's still furious and hadn't said a word to me or sold me anything. Even her stupid fake as boyfriend hadn't said anything to me either. The only person I have is Gray and he's out of town. I guess I have Monroe too, but she's Blair's little sister. How awful can that be? Grays sister is having some karate competition, so I'm here alone on a fucking Saturday. He invited me to go but I don't want to meet his family. Unlike him, who met my father's before we even dated.

"Erin!" Harry called.

I put my laptop down and walked downstairs. I managed to finish my paper for literature and actually got an A plus on it, the highest in the class. I remember Mrs. Greene and her musty ass telling me that I should consider tutoring others in writing and development. I told her that I'd rather not spend my free time at school, so she's never asked me again. Downstairs, Harry was sitting on the couch without a shirt on and shoeless, he's always shirtless and shoeless.

"What?" I asked once I approached him.

He looked up to me and stood. "Are you down to go out for dinner?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Liam is out today, Niall's still nowhere to be seen, and Louis is still in LA," Harry shrugged.

"And Gray is out of town," I noted.

"It's just the two of us. Youngest father and daughter," said Harry. "Are you down?"

"I don't care," I shrugged.

"Go get dressed then," Harry said. "I don't think pajamas are allowed."

"I don't think nudity is allowed either," I noted.

Harry rolled his eyes playfully at me before going upstairs to put his clothes on. I went into the kitchen and sat on the stool. I pulled out my phone since it was buzzing like a fucking mad man, and I saw that I had a text from Monroe.

Monroe: Have u ever looked yourself up?

Erin: why would I?

Why would I ever search myself? That's fucking stupid. But, my stupid curiosity got the best of me, so I went onto Google and typed my name in. The article titles confused the hell out of me. Some were talking about what my last name would be legally changed to, while others talked about how this Zayn guy felt about it. Some went as far as to say I'm a coverup. Cover up for what? I put my phone down on the counter and went upstairs to change. I changed into ripped jeans, a black shirt, brown boots, and a dark grey leather jacket. I wish I had a more variety of clothes to choose from, but Harry buys all of my fucking clothes . I remember pulling off the price tags of my shirts, none of them were lower than a three hundred dollars a piece. I remember him coming home and showing me a new Gucci shirt or whatever, it costs nearly four thousand dollars!

"Erin! Let's go!" Harry called again.

I huffed and went downstairs. Harry was on my phone with a scowl on his face.

"Stop reading my phone," I said and snatched my phone from him.

"E, whatever you do, don't believe any of that bull that the press writes about you," Harry said.

I cringed. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't call me E," I said.

"Why?" My daddy asked.

"Gray calls me that and it's weird that you do to," I said.

"Erin, shut up," Harry said.