Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 52

Always Be Together -Little Mix

Beautiful Life- Union J

"Please Georgia, please come home." My dad begged over the phone.

"Dad, I love you but please see this from my perspective. Please don't be mad." I spoke through the speaker.

"Honey I'm not mad, I'm just new at this. Why don't you want to come home and see me?" Vulnerability played in his voice.

"I would love to see you but...but there's too many memories in that house. I can't go back there." I told him, hoping he wouldn't be angry or disappointed in me.

My father has agreed to take an anger management class, for me. He is really trying to gain back my trust and I love him so much for that. I find myself more and more happy after each day that passes. Things seem to gradually be putting themselves back together.

I think about all that has happened in the small house that used to bring me comfort. All that crying and my tear stained sheets. Those screaming matches that never ended well. The broken glass from so many smashed mirrors and pictures that scatter on the floor. The blood I shed on the daily and the thoughts or horrible horrible things that will never leave my room.

It isn't a safe environment for someone like me who is trying her hardest to regain her moral values along with her mental and physical health. The stories those four walls of my bedroom contain hide beneath the thick light yellow paint. Too many stories to tell in a life time live there and they watch me for a sign of weakness to flood back through my vulnerable mind.

I simply cannot go back there.

"But-But where will you live?" He asked.

"I'm off to college soon anyways, right? Harry told me I can live with him until then."

I smile at how Harry didn't even give it a second thought when he told me to stay here. Although, it pains me to think about Harry and I's relationship in a few weeks. I am off to college very soon and Harry is off on his world tour after the two months break that also ends.

I have much faith that a long distance relationship will work, but I always have my doubts. I will miss him and his array of comfort and protection that showers over me when he is near.

"Right." The sadness in my fathers voice was easily pointed out. I'm not feeling my best either. I hate to move out completely, right after we're just beginning to rekindle our relationship that was hanging on a thread; not even.

"I'll visit often." I offered with a small laugh. Were acting as though we're hundreds of miles apart, but in reality it's just a 20 minute drive.

"I know." He sighed.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, darling."

"Alright, well I've got to run I'll-"

"I broke up with Jessica, by the way." He cut me off.

"What?" I ask, shocked.

"Yeah."

"Why?" I couldn't help the smile on my face, I never liked her. She did nothing for him except feed him nasty thoughts.

"She never talked good about you, ever. If she can't accept my daughter for who she is, I can't accept her." He said proudly.

"She wasn't your type anyways." He laughed along with me.

"Yes, I'm more of a brunette type myself." We laughed once again.