Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 20

R WE ON CHAPTER 20 ALREADY WTF

I tiptoe up the stairs as quietly as I can towards Harry's room. I don't even understand what just happened? How did a great night out turn into this? I am just about to knock on Harry's door when my phone starts blaring out music, Burn by Ellie Goulding to be exact.

I curse under my breath and pull out my phone to see who was calling me.

My dad.

Did he really have to call me at the worst time ever?

I'm still fuming mad at him but I do admit I miss him more than ever. This is the longest we've ever gone without communicating ever since I changed back into my normal self. Before all of this happened we used to have the best relationship ever.

I heard rustling behind Harry's door that I was two inches away from, he was probably shoving the dresser in front of the way so I wouldn't be able to get in. I let my phone ring a bit more before answering it, I didn't want to seem too anxious.

"Hello?" My voice sounded slightly shaky so I covered it up with a cough.

"Georgia?" My dad asked, I couldn't read his voice or expression.

"H-Hi dad," I stuttered.

"Where have you been! What the hell do you think you're doing!" He raised his voice.

Here we go.

"What do you mean where have I been? You kicked me out." I said matter of factly.

He sighed. "Well where are you now?"

"I don't think that's any of your business," I snapped. It wasn't meant to sound that angry but I couldn't cover up how I felt.

"Of course its my business! Where are you, I'm coming to get you." He said.

"What? No! Im 19 I can make my own decisions, I'm not going anywhere with you." I spat at him.

"You're with him aren't you? Why do you always go to him he's nothing but...but scum!" He was now screaming.

"So what if I was with him! He's helped me more than you ever have! He listens to what I have to say unlike some people! If anyone's scum here it's you!" I screamed back even louder. I slapped my hand over my mouth, immediately feeling guilty. My dad stayed silent.

"I'm done with you Georgia, completely done." He said in a disappointed yet angry voice.

"Dad..I.."

"No, save it. I'm done. When you need me because that boy you seem to be infatuated with hurts you and breaks your heart, don't come back over here. I have given you hundreds of chances but you let me down every single time. I don't care Georgia, and I never will." The line went dead.

He didn't.

Those words sound all too familiar to me, that terrible terrible sentence is what I have woken up crying to for four years now.

I don't care Georgia, and I never will.

Those are the exact words my mum says to me in my nightmares, the nightmares that haunt me and make me scared to fall lasleep every night because it breaks a piece off of me every time.

I remember it oh so vividly. I take the pills and she shows up, I try to hug her but she pushes me back down. She screams at me and tells me it was all my fault that she died.

I know it was my fault though, she didn't have to tell me because I already knew. This guilt is something I've been carrying with me since she died, since that one day at the hospital.