It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

chapter 38

So school was boring. As always. I came home around seven cause I was out with a few people just talking and catching up. When I got home I ran up the stairs and threw my stuff on the bed and changed into some comfy clothes. I walked into the kitchen to get a snack, an stopped dead in my tracks. My mom was home. She looks tired, but it's great to see her. "Hey honey." She said. That's all I get is 'hey' after not seeing her for a month? Whatever. "Hi mom." "How was school?" She asked. "It sucked ass." I said. "Lydia." She scolded. "What? It did. It always does?" I shrugged. She rolled her eyes playfully. Then I remembered. "Hey mom? D'you have my letter?" She looked up, confused. "What letter?" She said. She has to know about the letter. "You know, the one dad wrote me?" I pressed. She sighed. "You weren't supposed to find that yet." She said. "Well, if it's in my art room and I'm cleaning then I'm gonna find it. Maybe he wanted me to find it. He did put it in his letter." I said. "Okay. Okay." She said giving up. "So can I have it back? It's kind of special." I hinted. "I'll get it later." She sighed. I nodded. Good. It was MY letter. Not hers. I can't help but feel annoyed and uneasy. Why wasn't I supposed to find it? Why did she go through my stuff? I was about to ask about why my guitar was out when a voice sounded through my thought process. "Hey, Bridget? Do you have anymore...oh hey! You must be Lydia. I've heard a lot about you! Your mom showed me some of your music you've written and some of your art it's very touching." He said. I just blankly stared back. I looked him over. His sandy brown hair was cut short, hazel eyes, tall, sorta muscular. Nothing compared to my father. I looked at my mom and back to him. They both looked sorta worried. "Who the fuck are you?" I stated plainly. "Lydia Hope!" My mother hissed. "What? I'm expressing myself." She rolls her eyes. "You're spending too much time with Abby." She grumbled. "No. We are not starting on that. And I'm gonna ask again. Who. The. Fuck. Are you?" I said turning to him. His eyes widened a fraction. "Lydia. This is Daniel. My boyfriend." My mom said. Her what?! NO. It is too early for that? "How long?" I asked, voice strained. "A month." She replied easily. "Wait. So you mean to tell me that HE is the reason I haven't seen my mother hardly ANY since we moved here? You mean that you've been out fucking him instead of being here with your daughter?! What the hell happened to sight seeing and going around London? Having some mother-daughter time?" I yelled, flinging my hands around pointing at her, at him. He looked shocked. "I'm just gonna go.." He started to take a step. "NO! You stay!" I yelled at him. He froze and my mother looked shocked. "You're already replacing dad?! It's only been a year mom! He's not even cold in his goddamn grave yet! I thought you loved him! You told me that you loved him and that no one else would come into your life because he was the one for you. Always was always will! And now you're fucking around with this guy! He will NEVER be my father. I will NEVER accept that! Like hell I will! He will never be anywhere near the level dad was. And if you think that replacing dad is gonna help heal you it's not. It's not gonna help because you're gonna feel guilty. He's dead and in the ground and you're alive and fucking some Brit. And you showed him my art and my music?! I don't show that to ANYONE. It's personal. It's MINE. And if you were trying to be sneaky it didn't work because you didn't put shit back where it belongs! I can see that you don't care that I maybe might've wanted to know about this. Or that it would end like this," I turned to the guy," and you? I swear I don't approve. I don't, I won't. You will never be a father or friend to me. If you hurt my mother you better be damned sure that you aren't anywhere near me. Because I will not hesitate to chop your balls off and throw them in the Thymes!" I yelled, screamed, tears spilling out of my eyes. My mother walked around the counter. She looked very angry. She grabbed my arm. "You will NOT speak to ME or HIM that way ever again! Do you understand. I know that you think that this is the end of the world. It's not. And what about you? You've been out with that stupid band of yours ever since you met that boy in the yogurt shop. You've been with them and I've been with Daniel. It's not like you missed me anyway! You're too busy sucking your boyfriends face off. And hanging out with Abby and Drew." That's where I cut her off. "Don't talk to me like I'm four! I'm an adult! And don't drag the boys or Abby or Drew into this to save your own ass! If you had been here I wouldn't have been out with them every afternoon and every night! It works both ways! There hasn't even been a NOTE, a MESSAGE, NOTHING. If you want to screw around with him go ahead. But I won't be around to see it." I ripped my arm from her grasp. "If dad could see you now what do you think he would say? Oh yeah go ahead just drop me and go love someone else? Well looks like you e already done that one on your own. Didn't need dad for that, you don't need him anymore right? He's gone. Out of your way." I sneered and then that's when it hit me. Well she, I'm sure that I looked as shocked as she did. I turned stiffly on my heel, and fled up the stairs. I grabbed a bag. Sniffling. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry. No emotion. Blank slate. I packed it with some necessities and grabbed a hoodie, and my keys and sprinted down the stairs. I flung the door open and slammed it shut. Getting in my Jeep, I sped off to Harry's flat. I pulled my bag out and walked up to his door. I don't have a key. But if I know Harry...hmm. I reached up and felt along the top of the door. Aha! Spare key, he's so predictable. I unlocked his door and as soon as I opened it I heard camera flashes. Perfect timing. I rushed inside and slammed the door. I dropped my stuff and walked into the kitchen. I looked in his cabinets. I found a bottle of whiskey, with a sticky note that said, "Lydia" in his scrawl. I half smiled at how cute he was. Then the tears hit me. I ran to the bathroom and looked at my face. It was red, and there will probably be a bruise. Shit. I walked back to the kitchen grabbed a shot glass and drank a few shots till my nerves calmed down a little. I decided I would call Harry. "Hello?" A voice sounded. "Harry I..." "Oh hey Lydia. It's Paul." I frowned. "Oh. Hi Paul. Where's Harry?" I asked. "Oh, he accidentally left his phone in the security check at the airport so I picked it up."Paul said. "Oh where are they going?" I asked. "Wait they didn't tell you?" Paul asked. "Noo? What did they not tell me?" "Oh well, they are flying to Alabama to surprise Abby and Drew." My jaw dropped. "As in, M-Mobile?" I stuttered. "Yeah your hometown right?" "Yes." I said. "Yeah, so that's what's going on. You want me to tell Harry you called?" "No, no it's fine. I'll talk to him later. Just have him text me." I said, flatly. "You okay?" He asked suddenly concerned. "Yeah never better." I said. "Bye Paul." "Bye." And the line disconnected. I got online and booked an afternoon flight to Mobile.