Lovesick.

XXXII. A Devil's Fair Deeds

HARRY'S POV

She hangs up her phone, and goes to get her stuff. Liz follows after her cluelessly. When she moves toward the door, I step in front of her.

"Harry, I don't have time for this." She tells me.

"Why don't you stay awhile? I'm sure Daddy dearest can wait. It just got interesting in here. Wouldn't you say?" I raise an eyebrow at her, testing her patience.

"Oh, fuck you." She rolls her eyes.

"Time and place, sweetheart." I taunt her more.

She huffs out a breath and shakes her head. She steps up, getting in my face, and I see just how beautifully fierce she is with anger in this moment. Beautiful, eh? Shut up, I give credit where it's due.

"You're a dick." She mutters through gritted teeth.

I smirk at her comment. "Then it shouldn't be that hard for you to swallow."

She scoffs and storms past me with Liz hot on her heels.

After Ariana's abrupt departure from The Hangout, I go about my own business. I ignore Nicki's hateful stare over my degrading words toward her roommate. I ignore Justin's razor-sharp glare from his true feelings (which he's still in denial about) being revealed. I even ignore Zayn's worried look from the mental breakdown Ariana had.

But one thing that can't escape my mind is: who the fuck is Sean? I mean, any fool could put two and two together and realize he had, and possibly still has, some type of significance in her life. But I've known her for almost three years, and he's never once been mentioned. Which has to mean that she knew him before she knew me.

Somehow, some way, I'm gonna find out who he is. It's her Achilles heel. Her weak spot. An easy spot to exploit, to take her pride down a few notches. But why would you want to do that? Isn't it obvious? It's just what a self-absorbed, privileged little bitch deserves. You mean her or you? Haha. Very funny. We both know that she and I live in two different worlds. True, but somehow, you two connect. Yeah, and I think somehow, this Sean guy has to do with that connection...

ARIANA'S POV

I turn off the ignition, and climb out of the car, Liz questioning every step of the way.

"Ari, slow down, and tell me what the fuck is going on!" She says, behind me.

I turn around abruptly. "Elizabeth, my mother sent a letter to my dad!"

Her face pales. "Shit."

She then joins me in rushing into my childhood home. I call out for my dad before finding him in the living room. He can't take his eyes off the opened letter.

"Dad, I told you to wait 'til I got here to open it." I say softly as I wait for his reaction to sink in. He stands up, and drops the paper. Rubbing his eyes, he walks joylessly into his bedroom, and closes the door.

I sigh, and walk over to pick up the letter. After reading it, I throw it down to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Liz asks quietly, hoping to not piss me off. Just the thought of my mother gets my blood boiling.

"After she leaves my dad for her big shot lawyer boyfriend back when I was eight, the bitch now has the audacity to invite him to the wedding." I explain bitterly.

"You're kidding, right?" Liz raises an eyebrow at me. She of all people should know how fucking delusional my mother is.

"Would I kid about this, Elizabeth?" I sigh tiredly, attempting to keep my cool.