Illegally yours.

Chapter Fifty Four.

TIA'S POV
I step outside for a moment to take in the day to say I buried my mother less than six hours ago I'd say I had done okay.
"Tia?" I hear a familiar voice call. I spin round to face Grace.
"I.. I didn't know you were here" I whisper, wiping away the tears that had fallen.
"Yeah, I did know your mum very well" Grace says, no sarcasm intended. It must be hard for her to hear me talk about my mother and for Grace to see Karen as my mother and I silently appreciate it.
"Yeah.." I say, trailing off.
"Look Tia, I'm so sorry" Grace says, sitting down next to me.
"Forget it, I've lost my Father less than 6 months ago and I lost my Mother three weeks ago" I whisper. "I don't need to lose a lady I thought of as a mother do I?" I smile at Grace and she returns it.
"I missed you sweetheart" Grace smiles again, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
"I missed you too! We have a lot to catch up on" I reply.
"Uh yeah" Grace yells, pointing to my stomach. "How far gone are you?"
"7 months tomorrow" I smile and place a protective hand on my stomach.
"What are you having?"
"A little girl, we're going to call her Adrianna" I beam. I love the name we've picked it's so beautiful and delicate, very suitable for a little girl.
Grace looks shocked.
"Really?" She gasps. I nod.
"My mother, your grandmother was called that" Grace smiles, I smile back at the recently new, found out information.
"I've adopted Charlotte and Nicole" Grace says.
"Good, I'm glad somebody can be there to support them and give them the love they deserve!" I smile and Grace does too.
"They're little shits though" Grace laughs and I laugh back.
"Am I interrupting something?" Harry says, I stand up and shake my head. "Good, well I have to go Tia!"
"What? You aren't staying with me?" I say, feeling extremely hurt. He shakes his head.
"Management have called, they've set up an important meeting and Paul's waiting outside"
"Oh okay" I reply, he kisses my cheek and leaves.
Well that was strange.

6 hours later.
My cab pulls up outside my- mine and Harry's apartment and me and Beth get out.
I had left my mothers funeral and headed straight for the airport, Grace had made me promise to call her regularly and I felt relieved knowing the girls were in trustworthy hands.

My phone rings just as I place a glass of wine into Beth's hand, sticking to Ribena for me. I had hoped it was Harry but when I looked at the caller ID I was very surprised.
"Layla hey" I smile. I hadn't spoken to her since I'd been into work and completed a few shifts for Mr. Peter who had paid me £300 per day, making me earn £1,200 in the space of 4 days.
"Hey Tia, I'm in bar 21, do you want to come out?"
I look at Beth who must have heard what Layla said, Beth nods and mouths 'go'.
"I'm with my friend at the moment-"
"She can come too, I'm with my friends come on Tia"
"Okay, give me an hour, I'll meet you there"
Me and Beth hurry up the stairs and I pull on a black laced, skintight dress, I'm so thankful that my bump isn't too big. I straighten my hair and pull on my black matte heels, thankful that I can still fit into them with my swollen ankles. I allow my make up to stay neutral and me and Beth head out to our taxi.
The club is packed with sweaty bodies clumped together, dancing exotically. I find myself shaking my bum along to the beat of the music and we finally find Layla sat at a table with 3 other girls.
"Hey" I smile, myself and Beth sit down.
The shots are ordered for the rest of the non-pregnant girls who throw them back down their necks like there's no tomorrow. I sit here miserably with my fucking orange juice and stare at my phone. Harry still hasn't text me and it's been 8 hours since he dashed out on me.
"Hey Tia" Layla slurs, she's extremely drunk and her arms are all over me.
"Yeah?" I giggle. 
"Are you still with Harry?" She slurs.
"Yeah, why?" I nod, a lump in my throat appearing. Something isn't right.
"Eh?" One of Layla's friends calls. I never caught her name, I think it's Marleena or something.
"What?" I snap.
"My sisters Ariana grande, he was at our place with her like an hour ago, they were kissing and all over eachother" She says, a clear smug expression all over her face.
"Has he been there before today?" I ask, that lump threatening to turn into sick as I realise I've been cheated on, especially on the day of my mothers funeral.
"Yeah he was there a few weeks ago, I think you were at work or something with Layla and he was there Monday night"
Tonight is Friday, meaning before he picked me up from the airport he was with her.
I nod and get up. Beth is at my heels. The tears once threatening to spill finally do as I reach the private car outside. I jump in and bark my address at the driver. Beth slings her arm around my shoulder and I sob into her.
"I'm so sorry babe" she says gently. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know, I honestly don't know" I sob. "I'm 7 months pregnant, I buried my mother today, I have no job and my boyfriend has been repeatedly cheating on me. Like they say once a cheater, always a cheater" Beth rubs my arm gently and I shake my head. I have based my whole life around him and now I have nothing, I've been reduced to nothing because of him.

Once we get home I lay down on my bed and fall into a deep sleep. However I toss and turn as my dreams are filled with a certain curly haired boy sleeping with another woman.