Last Kiss // l.h.

Chapter 4

Hello from the outside,
at least I can say that I tried.
To tell you I'm sorry,
for breaking your heart.
But it don't matter it clearly,
doesn't tear you apart anymore.
-Hello, Adele

"BUT WHY DIDNT YOU TELL THEM THAT YOU'RE RAISING THE MOST KIND HEARTED AND BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL IN THE WORLD!" Emma exclaimed.

"I just... I got nervous!" I told her.

"NERVOUS?"

"Shhhh Charlotte's asleep. But I contacted the record label and they gave me their current address. They think we're 'furthering working on writing.' But I'm going to go over there... and tell them the truth."

"And you're sure I can't come?" She asked.

"Promise not to murder Calum?"

"No." She told me.

"Then no."

"OH COME ON! He accused you of being a slut! He said you cheated on Luke! WOULD IT BE SO BAD IF I JUST WENT..." she imitated cutting off her head.

"You can't watch Grey's Anatomy with me and you think you could behead him?"

"Okay so I hire someone-"

"Emma no!" I told her and she just did her classic 'why won't you let me win this argument face.'

"Right. At least let me pick out your outfit." She begged.

"No bikinis."

"DAMMIT ISABELLE! Ugh fine I'll be fair. Pleaseeeeee," she begged and I gave in.

"Fine. But I have a say."

"No cardigans," she threatened.

"They're comfy!" I complained.

"You know what's better than comfy?" She told me crossing her arms.

"Nothing?"

"Making Luke's mouth water at the sight of you and-"

"Oh god maybe this isn't a good idea-"  I rushed. That was not my goal. I just wanted to say hey you have a daughter and run.

"You promised. It's that or a dead body." So in fear of spending the rest of my life in prison for being an accomplice, I gave in and let the process begin. And after hours and hours of back and forth we finally agreed. I was going to wear a tight white crop top and high waisted denim jeans. It wasn't too much, but it was more than I would normally do.

I tossed and turned all night my stomach dropping every time I imagined their faces when I told them. Calum calling me a slutty bitch. Micheal and Ashton turning their backs on me in shame. Luke not believing me or worse- trying to take her away. That thought was so physically unbearable, I wouldn't want to live if I didn't have her. She was my world. I worked hard for her. I did everything for her. I eventually drifted off to sleep, unable to bear my anguish any more.
***
The first thing I noticed while in the cab ride there was how the houses got nicer and nicer with every mile. They were picture perfect. I'm sure the families inside were together, a perfect harmony, unlike anything I've ever known. So when we finally stopped in front of a clean White House with several shiny cars and an expensively designed lawn I gulped.

I looked over at Charlotte as she smiled back at me happily. For a moment my heart melted. My nerves were calmed and everything was better. Until it wasn't. I paid the cab driver and picked up the top part of the car seat.
I walked up to the door next, my legs moving but my mind screamed stop. I let out a deep breath before I knocked. I waited a moment or two before it was opened by Ashton, a shocked look on his face.

"Isabelle? What are you doing here?" He asked looking at me and then at the baby with me no doubt confused.

"Ashton. Can I come in?"

A/N: the meet you there tour starts tonight and I'M SHOOK! I'm so excited to see them, I can hardly wait. Also really short chapter but the next one is gonna be good...

*disclaimer all events in this story are purely fictional. I do not own the rights to this song.*