HARRY'S P.O.V.
"I'm really sorry about blurting out the Trinity situation" my mother apologized as we pulled up to our house.
"It's fine mum, I just hope Dylan's okay" I spoke.
When Dylan left me, I couldn't help but cry.
I know she said that she would be back, but how do I know she wasn't just saying that.
She probably left me forever.
My forever....left me.
"Oh, speaking of Dylan she told me to tell you to text her when we get back. Guess you can go ahead and send her a text" my mother said, starting to grab some bags from the back seats.
She told my mother to tell me to text her.....
That's a good sign..
Right?
I reached into my back pocket to get my phone.
Nothing.
Huh?
I then started checking all of my pockets and realized I never grabbed my phone when I left with my mum.
Shit.
"Crap" I groaned.
"What's wrong?"
"I left my phone in my room" I explained, helping my mum with the bags.
"That's okay. At least we're here now. You can text her as soon as we get inside" she assured me.
I nodded. "Oh and mum...sorry about this morning....I mean, you walking in and seeing...that" I awkwardly said.
"It's fine honey. As long as you two are safe. Just make sure when I'm around the French fry isn't in the ketchup and the pickle isn't in the mayo" my mom sugar coded.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter at her sentence as she opened the door to the house.
I let her walk in first and soon followed behind but two people in the living room caught my attention.
My heart dropped at the sight.
I watched as Dylan's lips crushed against another guys.
But not just any guy....
Marcel.
Everything was spinning and I swear if I didn't get out of here I would pass out.
I was so heart broken and beyond angry at the scene in front of me
"What the fuck?" I yelled.
Dylan quickly spinned around and her face went pale when she saw me.
She turned back around and stared at Marcel with wide eyes. She grabbed his arm and pulled his sleeve up.
"Marcel?" She gasped.
Why did she seem so confused?
"What the hell are you doing Marcel?" Dylan yelled.
"I'd like to know the same damn thing" I barked, dropping the bags and walking over to my brother.
"Wait. Just, everyone stay calm" my mum begged, putting bags down and running over to us.
Dylan held me back while my mother shield Marcel.
"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!! WHAT TYPE OF BROTHER ARE YOU? YOU FUCKING PRICK!!" I screamed at Marcel, trying to get passed Dylan.
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Fanfiction"Who is it?" I questioned. "I...I can't..." "Just tell me." "No." "Why?" "It...I just don't want to say okay? If she finds out, she'll think I'm a loser" he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well you don't know that for sure....j...
