chapter 19

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Niall's car pulls up.
"I had a few classes with him last year." I say. We get into the car.
"Niall, this is my very close friend Dolores." Zig says. I roll my eyes and smile at Niall.
"Hi." I say.
"you're the one Zig always talks about." He let's out a laugh as Zig hits his arm. I give him the address and he drops me off. Zig comes out of the car as well. I look at him confused.
"I wanna walk you to the door." He says. I groan.
"Bye Niall." I wave at him. Zig and I knock on the front door. Nobody answers. I take out my keys and open it up. I look at Zig.
"You can come in with me." I say smirking. We enter the house and we both look for Harry. I hear a giggle. We go to Harrys room.
"That's most likely your mom in there with him." I say. My heart is pounding.
"Are you serious?" He asks me. I nod.
I push open the door hard and see Harry and Ms. Lawrence under the covers.
"Harry.." I barely speak out.
"Oh! Oh my god." Ms. Lawrence says. She covers herself up with the sheets.
"What are you doing mom?" Zig asks frustrated. Harry and I don't break eye contact.
"Let's go Zig." I say to him.
"Wait Lolita!" Harry says. I turn to to look at him.
"I hate you Harold Styles." I glare at him and walk out of the house fast. I start to tear up. Zig chases after me. I keep walking and finally collapse to the ground a couple of blocks down. I put my head in my hands and start to cry.
"I love him! how could he even do that to me?!" I yell to Zig.
"I don't know.." he says looking at me sadly, he sits next to me and puts an arm around me. I look into his eyes. I want him to kiss me. That's what I want right now. He looks down at my lips, our lips press together. A car pulls up next us. It's Harry and Ms. Lawrence. I look at Harry and he looks sad.
"Get in the car both of you." Harry says.
"Why should I?" I ask.
"Get in now... NOW." He yells. It's startles me. We both get in the back seat.
"Olivia and I have something to tell you two." Harry says. My heart drops.
"We're.. getting married. The wedding is in a week." He says not even looking at me.
"What?!" I yell.
"That fast?!" Zig yells with me.
"Ms. Lawrence and I... I mean Olivia and I have been seeing each other for two years now. We lost contact for a while but we're in love." Harry says. I almost vomit right there.
"This is some sort of joke right?" I chuckle.
"No." Harry says.
"Harry you are- I mean dad you are such an asshole." I say. He finally looms at me tears in his eyes.
"Don't ever call me Harry. It's dad. You know this already." He says.
"Fuck off." I curse at him. We drive back home.
I go straight to my room and slam the door.

An hour later Harry walks in.
"Everyone is gone." He says. I don't look at him.
"I'm sorry Dolores." He says to me. I stand up from my bed.
"You're sorry?" I ask.
"Are you kidding me? You broke my heart! How could you do this to me! I trusted you! 2 years Harry?! 2 years? You were with her while you were with me! Do you understand how fucked up that is!" I yell at this point crying.
"I hate you so much! But I love you to pieces and it's breaking my heart!" I continue as my voice cracks.
He comes close.
"Back away." I say and wipe my tears.
"Let me explain." He says calmly.
I sit down.
"I do love you Lolita.."
"Don't call me that." I glare at him.
"Okay okay.. sorry. I do love you Dolores but I'm not in love with you anymore." He says.
"That's a lie." I say.
"It's the truth! Can't it be the truth?!" He yells.
"It's can't be with you! We can't have a future together! Do you understand that?! You're a little girl!"
"But I'm your good girl... remember?" I crack. He looks at me.
"You're killing me here! I love you so much." He grabs my face and smashes his lips to mine.
"I want to stop so bad.. but I can't." He kisses me with passion.
"Then don't." I kiss back hard.
"It was so hard for me to treat you that way. It was hard to even kiss Olivia. It was hard to see you kiss Zig. It broke my heart." He tears up.
"You still cheated on me.." I sigh and leave the room. I need to be alone. I leave the house and sit on the porch.

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