How could I forget?

You're a liar

Ariana's POV

10:48pm

"You don't love me, Harry. If you loved me you wouldn't have lied and if their's one thing I can't stand it's liars." I told him with tears in my eyes. "If you've lied about this how do I know you won't lie about something else? I can't be with a liar, I can't be with someone I don't trust."

I gathered my things: my bag, my coat, the twins' diaper bag, and tried to leave. I had Danny on my hip and Mia's hand in my left one. Harry started pacing back in forth in front of the door, blocking my only exit. I asked him to move but he kept pacing, ignoring my words.

"Let me- don't leave. Just let me explain-" He tried to talk but he couldn't seem to find the right words. In the moment, I didn't care for what he had to say, I just needed to get away from him.

"I don't care! I don't care about your reasons! Just move from the fucking door and let us through. I'm serious, Harry. Move now, or I swear to god I'll never speak to you again." That finally got him to move. I pushed my way passed him and left, tears rolling down my face as I made it to the elevator. This is not how I imagined my day to have gone.

14 hours and 22 minutes earlier
8:26am

I heard their laughs getting closer as I finished up their breakfast. Just as I placed their bowls of fruit on the table, in walked Harry holding both Mia and Danny in his arms.

"Hi, pretty babies." I told them both as I greeted them with a kiss, doing the same with Harry, "and you too, gorgeous man."

He put them down on the chairs of their play table in the kitchen then came to lean on me. It was a week before the boys (One Direction) had their 7 hour live stream. We were all currently in Los Angeles as things for the event were being put in place. Luckily, Harry had a home here so we didn't have to go through the trouble of living in a hotel for a week.

When they were done, I got them dressed then turned on the television to keep them occupied as I got dressed. Harry was still off of tour, so he was watching the twins as I went off to do a day of press and interviews. I didn't bother with my makeup knowing a makeup artist would be on scene. After checking on the twins one more time, I bid them goodbye and did the same to Harry.

Everything was fine and normal throughout the interviews. I got the normal questions "How do you feel with you album out?" "Is your family proud?" "How do your twins feel about blah blah blah" and my favorite, note the sarcasm, "What is it like dating Harry Styles?"

By the time I was done with the work day, it was already late. A few people were still outside of the building waiting for me and I went against the security's better judgement and left to meet them anyway. As I walked towards them they pulled their phones out and started to wave, which I returned.

"Hi, guys. Sorry if you've been waiting long, it's been a busy day." I told them all. A few of them left right after I gave them their picture, which hurt. Those were the kinds of people that made me feel less of a person, like they could care less whether I spoke to them or not, all they wanted was their photo to brag about on social media. The ones that did stay behind though, they were the sweetest. Always asking if I was okay, how my day went, how much they love my music and each project I do, those types of fans make it all worth it.

"You know," A boy named Chris said, "last time I met you was when you were shooting Victorious and Danny and Mia were still so tiny. From the pictures you post they look so big already!"

"Right! They're growing so fast, too fast. It's great to meet you again, babe." I told him honestly. His statement caused the others to start asking about the twins. I guess they weren't sure whether I would want to talk about them.