I pull away, looking up at him. His arms still wrapped around my waist, as if im going to escape.
"Wh-y didn't you stay." He whispers, for a moment I forgot we had company. I ignore his question, loosing out his grip and turning back to my mother.
"And he's another one." She points at Harry. "You are not to see him, or him." She points between the two boys im stood by.
I shake my head stepping towards her, "Mom, please can we talk about this tomorrow." All I can think about is spending time with Harry, being with him tonight.
She shakes her head, walking over to my bed picking up my bag and shoving it into my arms. "You are not staying here any longer, I brought you here to get better not to become a slut." She spits, my dad is by her side twisting her around to face him. "He doesn't love you" She murmurs, pulling away from my father "He's no good, you know what he's after." Her eyes widen, "Have you-"
"We have talked about this, you need to be careful with your words." He mumbles.
"No, I will not." She spits back, "Ive had enough of you, and you." She turns back to me. "This is your fault, your fault me and your father aren't as close as we were." Here we go, im getting all the blame. I roll my eyes, listening to the bull shit. "We are getting a divorce and you are to blame, if you weren't such a messed up teenager, we could have been the perfect family, you have tore this family apart and I wont have any more of you're childish bull shit." Her nostrils are flared, her eyes watering and her face turning red.
"Stop." My father pulls my mother back, I didn't realise the tears that were pouring out my eyes until he brought his thumb up to my face to wipe them away. "This isn't your fault at all, you know that don't you." He bends down slightly, staring back at me. "Your mother and I haven't been the same for a while, you are not to blame for this mess." He smiles, the warming smile ive longed for.
"Quit the bullshit, she is." My mother doesn't know when to shut up, this is where my darling sister Caitlin gets it from.
My father shush's her, turning his attention back to me. "Were going to go now, I want you to pack your things and be ready for tomorrow." He smiles, "You know that this is for the best, we just need to sort some things out."
"But-"
"Sweetie" My father warns, I slowly nod pulling away from him. My mother picks up her bags, brushing past me and out the door. My father brings his self over to me again. "I love you." He presses his lips on my forehead, following her out the door.
The tension is slowly building up, Zayn's the first to walk over to me. He brings his arms around my back tugging me closer. "Its going to be ok." I slightly pull back, Harry's eyes on both of us.
I smile up at Zayn. "Thanks." How do I put it that id kindly like him to leave. There is no kind way at all, "Zayn-"
"I understand." He realises his arm from my arm, his smile is painful its the same one Harry gave me when I left with his bestfriend. He brushes past Harry, closing the door behind him. I don't know where im meant to start with what I want to say to Harry. The words don't want to come out, I look over at him. His eyes on my features, he slowly makes his way over to me bringing his hand up to my cheek.
"Wha-t now?" I stutter, his other arm wrapping around my back bringing me closer.
"I don't know, can we just enjoy the night together." He smiles, as much as I want to I cant stress the fact that this will probably be our last night together for a while.
