Recovery

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"Don't you understand he's no good for you," my movie dad started. "I'm your father, I know what's best." I simply nodded my head "you were right from the start, dad." He grinned "I know."

I walked out to the front porch on set. I looked out to the scenery. "How can you not see him," my movie mom walked up. "He's the man you love, don't let your father stop you."

"Cut," Danny yelled "that's a wrap."

-End of movie-

I walked through the front door of my apartment and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I hummed as the fizzy, bitter liquid made its way down my throat.

"Didn't think you drank," I heard someone speak up, I turned around and saw Harry. He smiled "welcome home."

I grinned and hugged him. "Does Niall know your back," Harry asked. I shook my head "I never told him the date," I said. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you planning?"

I walked out of my apartment, suitcase in hand, this is it. I placed my key under the mat. The rest of my bags sitting in the cab. "Where are you going," I heard the thick, Irish accent I know so well ask.

I turned around with a sad look on my face. "My mom's ill." He had a puzzled look on his face. "What does that have to do with the suitcases?" I sighed "Cancer, Niall. She has cancer, I'm going home."

"For how long?"

"How long what?"

"How long are you going home, Cat?"

"As long as it takes, Niall."

"You can't just go, I didn't even know you were back."

"I can, and I will."

"How long have you known- how long have you been home?"

"I got the call two months ago, I've been home less than two days. Now, I'm picking up to leave again."

"You can't, Cat."

"Niall- I love you, but I guess since I can't prove it in the time frame needed....... You should find another girl."

He looked at me. No emotion on his face "W-what?" I smiled slightly "the meter is running, bye, Horan."