IMPERFECT // H.S.

chapter25

Bella's POV

I begin to drive, I don't know where I'm going, but I need to get away. I try to think of someplace Harry won't be able to find me. I need to be far away from him, I need time. Then it hits me... my dad's house. I pick up my phone and begin to dial his number.

"Hello," he picks up.

"Dad...it's me,Bella do you think it would be okay if I come to stay with you for a while? I....I just miss you," I respond.

"Sure pumpkin, when we're you planning on coming?" he questions.

"I'm on my way now if that's alright, thank you dad," he agrees as we say our goodbyes. I begin to drive as fast as the speed limit allows me. My heart is breaking more by the minute as my thoughts of Harry continue.

When I reach my dad's apartment building I immediately begin to feel guilty. I had only been here twice throughout the past couple of months. I miss my dad like crazy, and this is the perfect place to hide away from the green eyed mess I'm avoiding.

My phone lights up, Harry's name flashes across the screen. I suck in a sharp breath, picking up my phone from the console.

*Isabella please pick up the phone I want to explain this*

I turn my phone on silent before slipping it into my pocket. I can't talk to Harry right now, I'm still trying to process everything. I'm still pissed off at both him and Josie.

When reach my dads apartment, I debate on letting myself in or knocking. I choose to knock, considering I've been here a total of two times. I feel terrible I've grown this unfamiliar with my dad. Months ago I would have just walked straight in and to the kitchen.

The door swings open and there stands my dad. I pull him into a tight embrace, letting his scent invade my nostrils. The way my dad smells has always brought me comfort, especially in my worst times.

"Hey pumpkin, I've missed you so much," he smiles as I enter the room. My dad's quirky nickname brightens my mood.

"I've missed you more," I assure him with a small smile. My phone buzzes in my pocket, again, I ignore it.

"I'm going to put my things in the guest room," I smile. Things as in one suit of clothes that I had in my car, my phone, and my keys. I sit down on the edge of the guest bed, letting out a sigh. I pull out my phone to see Harry has texted me again.

*please love, just let me explain*

I can't take the state of pain my heart is in right now. I chunk the phone behind me. I sprawl out backwards on the bed, closing my eyes.

Harry's POV

"What the actual fuck is she talking about Josie?" I yell. "Explain this all, now,"

"Look Harry I'm so sorry, I was afraid, so I left," she begins "I wanted to tell you but I couldn't bear to see you hurt," she adds with tears in her eyes.

"Josie, I fucking loved you! You were pregnant with my kid. Then you went and fucking aborted it!" I scream, "That was just as much as my child as it was yours." I know we have to be causing a scene now, but I don't give a fuck.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say," she cries, tears streaming down her face.

"Whatever, fuck you!" I scream storming out of the room, my harsh tone startling even myself.

"Where are you going?" She questions.

"To find her," I call back slamming my car door.

I begin to text her with no response. I text her a second time, still no response. I drive to the first place I can think of, her mother's house.

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"What do you mean she's not here?" I question her mother.

"I mean I haven't heard from her, and I don't even know who the hell you are," she replies. I'm beginning to get pissed off, where the hell can she be if she's not here.

"Look lady, I don't know why she hasn't told you about me but maybe it's because you're always too busy running around with that guy to pay attention to her, but I've got to find her, do you have any idea where she could be?" I frantically question.

"Look here kid, don't you dare come into my house and criticize how I live my life ," she spits, pressing her finger into my chest.

"Can you just tell me where she is, please, I'm begging you," I sniff, I'm such a little bitch lately, what has this beautiful girl done to me?

"I may have an idea, but I have to make a phone call first," is she serious, she needs to make a phone call. A fucking phone call!

"Lance, hey it's Christa, have you heard from Isabella?" She begins. Lance, who the fuck is Lance?  "mhm"...."okay"...."thanks, bye."

"Who the hell is Lance?" I question, the thought of Bella with another guy infuriates me.

"Her father, she's at his house, let me give you the address," she says, moving over to the table, writing on a sticky note. I feel dumb and paranoid, of course it's her father. Handing me the note, she wishes me good luck.

A lump stays in my throat as I drove 20 minutes to an apartment complex, it  looked to be new. My heart was in my throat as I approached the correct room number. Knocking on the door, I wait patiently, hoping to give Bella the answers she deserves, even though I hardly have them myself. I clench my fists together waiting for someone to come to the door.

"Can I help you?" A deep voice echoes through the hallway. I look up to see a man slightly taller than me, the man resembled the girl I loved, Bella's father.

"Yes, is Bella here? I need to speak to her," I question.

"Look kid, what did Christa put you up to because.." he begins.

"No, you see I'm her boyfriend, I just need to talk to her please," I reply, slightly rocking on my heels.

"Oh, I see, well come in I guess, she's in the room second to the left," he directs, pointing down a short hallway, stepping out of my way.

"Yeah thanks," I call as I enter the hallway. My hand holding the doorknob firmly, I hesitate to open it. I then push it open to find her. She lay unconscious on the soft duvet, her breaths light, her hair strung in all directions. I slowly move toward her, pushing the stray hairs away from her face. Her eyes flickered before she opened them to look at me.

"Harry what the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you find me?" She questions, startled. My heart cracks slightly as I again realize she's been hiding from me.

"Please let me explain Bella, please" I beg, grabbing her hands into mine.

"No Harry, you need to leave, now," her voice stern as she pushes me away from her.

"Bella, you have to understand that was years ago, I'm with you now, I love you now," I plead her to listen to me, but she being the stubborn person she is, just shakes her head.

"Were Harry, you were with me, so just go, please, you're making this harder on me, all I can think about when I look at you is you and my best friend, together," she explains. "So just go," She sternly pleads as her dad stops in the hallway, looking in. I forgot to close the fucking door back.

"What's the problem here?" He questions, crossing his arms leaning on the door frame. When no one responds, he continues.

"Look son if she's telling you to go, I think it's time for you to leave," he commands. 

I do the first thing that comes to mind when I'm angry. I push Bella's dad against the wall, my strength taking him off guard. Bella begins to scream at me to stop, but I can't. Soon, he takes control, pushing me off him, to the ground.

I'm pinned to the ground as I look up at Bella in her eyes, tears streaming from them. I can't look at her anymore, I help myself up, storming out of the door. The love of my life has slipped through the cracks of my fucked up life.

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