Together [Sequel to Love Actually]

Chapter 22

I woke up in the morning, and Harry was nowhere to be found. There was no note, and i was alone in our hotel room. I looked outside my window when I heard screaming, and saw the boys outside. They were taking pictures with fans, and I smiled down. They were all in their element, and looked really happy.

I laid back in bed, and pulled out my phone, to see hundreds of texts and calls from my dad. I decided to call him back.

"Scarlet?" He said on the first ring.

"What? This is your only chance to explain anything so talk. I don't need an apology, I need an explanation." I stated.

My dad cleared his throat, and it sounded like he was crying.

"Talk or I'm hanging up." I said.

"Scarlet, nothing can explain what I did last night. Nothing." He said.

"Then why do you keep calling?" I asked.

"Because, I need to know you are okay." He said.

"If you cared about my well-being at all you never would have hit me." I said back.

"Scarlet, you accused me of killing your mother." My dad said.

"And a right accusation at that." I stated.

"Stop saying that!" My dad shouted.

"Stop doing it." I replied.

"I didn't!" he shouted again.

"Sure." I said sarcastically.

My dad sighed deeply into the phone.

"I am sorry your mom is dead okay? But I loved her too." My dad said.

"Liar. If you loved her you wouldn't have wasted her life. You killed her before she was dead." I said.

I couldn't take this anymore. I hung up the phone. My dad would never understand how much he hurt my mom, before she was even dead.

I buried my face in a pillow, and took a deep breath. I looked back outside, and the boys were still out there. I really needed someone right now, but everyone was outside with fans, even Perrie. She was famous too, so she got to meet her fans here as well.

I pulled out my phone, and scrolled through my contacts. The person who knew me best, after Harry, was Timmy. I was with him for three years, he knew me.

I dialed his number, and waited quietly until he answered.

"I know you probably really don't want to talk to me, but, I need someone Timmy." I said biting my lip.

"Where's your boyfriend?" He asked with a hint of anger.

"He's meeting fans outside." I whispered holding in my tears.

Timmy could tell. I knew he would. He always did.

"Scar, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Pretty much everything." I said with a sad laugh.

"Come on, talk to me." He said.

"My dad flew out, because I didn't tell him I was coming on tour with the boys. He was yelling at me, and I pissed him off, and he slapped me across the face. My mom is dead, I cut myself like practically as much as I breathe, I can't maintain a relationship with Harry, because I'm such a freak, and I feel like I'm just his pity case, I just need someone here for me, and his job doesn't really let him do that, and not to mention his fans hate my guts, I got raped by Harry's manager in a bathroom stall, I've caused so many fights with Harry and his friends, and it's just hard." I said quickly.