Her Secret Best Friend || N.H.

Chapter 39: Bitch Slap

"Dad?"

My father smiles. "Hi Melly."

I look back and forth between my father and Harry.

How the actual fuck was this possible?

"Surprise?" Harry says.

I do the first thing that comes to my mind.

I slap Harry across his face, my hand's contact with his skin making a loud noise.

Harry instantly grips his cheek, shock spreading across my face.

My dad stood there, his face mirroring Harry's.

I turn around and walk back down the pathway and wait by the car.

Every emotion I ever felt had built up for this very moment.

Shock.

Angriness.

Happiness.

Hatred.

"Melanie?"

I turn around and it's Harry, his left cheek red and swollen. I couldn't even feel sorry for it right now.

"How fucking dare you?" I say stepping closer to Harry, my voice raised.

"What do you mean? I was just trying to--"

"No. I don't need your help. None of this was any of your business Harry! I'm so mad right now I can punch you in your face. What, just because I told you what happened with my father gives you the right to bring me to him?"

"Mel, please calm down..."

"No, I will not calm down. None of this was your place to do Harry. You know what, this is all my fault. I trusted you guys too much because I was a fan and now look where I ended up. I had to hit one band mate and the other one hit me. So I being the senile lunatic I am, I trusted blindly."

"Melanie, I'm sorry. I didn't know this would upset you." Harry says, clearly hurt by my words.

I shake my head and run my hand through my hair. "Just take me back to the hotel Harry."

"Okay."

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