Unlikely // c.h

1.2 Rearrange

24th July

“Dean?” I asked running into the house, he was carrying a herd of my clothes down,

“Hello,” He answered throwing them on the yard,

“What are you doing?”

“You’re leaving,”

“Leaving?”

“I’m kicking you out,”

“What? No you can’t do this,” I said,

“Yes I can,” He snapped,

“No Dean,” I said,

“Yes Perrie! I will not have it. You broke my trust and you got yourself in this mess!” He shouted,

“Dean please,” I begged starting to cry,

“I’m sorry Perrie,” He said, Steven parked up and looked at the lawn,

“Dean you have got to be kidding me right now,” Steven said,

“No I’m not, get inside Steven,”

“No! You are not kicking my only daughter out!”

“SHE’S NOT OUR DAUGHTER!” Dean shouted, I felt my heart shatter as Dean threw the last of my stuff out followed by a suitcase and a bag. 

“Steven, in,” Dean said,

“No,”

“IN!” Dean shouted, Steven jumped and ran into the house; Dean looked at me one last time before slamming the door shut. I quietly sobbed as I packed everything into the suitcase and some stuff into a duffel bag. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Jen,

“Hey! Are you okay? You just ran out,” She said,

“Dean kicked me out,”

“HE DID WHAT?!”

“He kicked me out,” I repeated,

“I’m on my way,” She said slamming the phone down. I sat on the front garden wall with my suitcase and duffel bag next to me.

 -Jen’s Point of View-

“What’s going on?” Calum asked,

“Dean kicked Perrie out,” I answered standing up,

“Bastard,” Michael mumbled,

“Jen and Ashton you go get Perrie and I’ll tell my parents,” Calum said running down the stairs. Ashton grabbed his keys and led me downstairs and into his car. We were silent at first,

“About last night,” Ashton said,

“It didn’t happen,” I interrupted,

“Is that what you want?”

“Isn’t that what you want?” I asked,

“No,”

“What do you want then?” I snapped,

“I want to be with you Jen!” He shouted, I froze and looked at him,

“You do?”

“Yes I do,” He said,

“I want to be with you too,”

“That’s good,” He said smiling, he grabbed my hand and continued to drive,

“Here,” I said pulling up in front of Perrie’s house. She was sat on the wall with a suitcase, a duffel bag and her backpack,

“Per,” I said,