Harry texted and called me ten times this morning. I didn't reply. I had nothing to say after reading everything online. He really messed up.
I opened my text messages. Harry.
Harry:
Arianna, please call me.
I ignored the message.
I logged into Instagram. My recent photo that I uploaded was flooded with comments. Some comments were the regular, hate. Other comments were very sweet. My DMs were full. I didn't want to reply to anybody.
I decided to go onto Chloe's Instagram. The pictures were still uploaded. Why did this have to happen? What did I do for him to do this?
Harry called. I accidentally accepted the call.
"Hello? Arianna? Finally!" Harry said.
"What?" I replied.
"You've been ignoring me all morning." He said. "Why?"
I laughed. "Did you really just ask why? Why do you think Harry?"
"I know you found out. I was going to tell you." He said. "I just.. didn't know how to."
"Oh really? Well, you could've just been straight forward with me. If you were seeing someone you should've told me." I said. He doesn't know that I'm pregnant yet. I won't tell him yet.
"Ari.. I can explain everything. I'm going to take some time off your. They can finish without me."
"No, no. Don't disappoint your fans." I said. "Take care of Chloe. She's been with you on this tour. She needs you." I said.
"Arianna, are you serious right now?" He sighed. "Don't act up with me."
I laughed. "You want me to be all happy for you? No! I am not happy for you. I am disappointed, hurt. You lied to me. This has been going on for months. When you came to see Darcy on her birthday you were already hooking up huh?!"
"Arianna. It's not what it seems like-"
I cut him off. "Don't explain. We're done. I can do this alone. I'll pack your stuff and you're leaving my house."
He laughed. "Your house? You're nothing without me Arianna. You wouldn't have that house if it wasn't for me. You want to be a bitch to me? Alright, I'll be an asshole back."
"We're done." I said and hung up.
