Is this real (Kisle)

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After we ran to our rooms Amelia desisted to grow a pair of balls. I saved her ass from getting the shit beat out of her. I know when to keep my mouth shut. I soon fell a sleep but was woken up around 2 by my phone.

I turned over and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I blinked my eyes unsure of what I saw was true. Mom. If I had my times right it should be 10 in at night there. I picked up right away to make sure nothing was wrong.

"Mom what up why so early." I asked in a worried tone. I could here it evident in her voice that something was wrong. Her breathing was shaky. I could here a couple of people talking in the background and she called from her cell which was not normal because she never goes out anywhere.

"Your father and me split up. We're getting a divorce." I was speechless. I left so that they could work on there relationship. "Are you okay?" She asked I was really quiet and didn't know how to speak.

"Are YOU okay?" i asked, and I regretted it. She broke down in tears and the phone dropped. "Mom, Mom!" I asked in a frantic voice, soon someone picked the phone back up. "Hay this is aunt Carlie your moms staying here for the time being I'm going to put her to bed we just thought you needed to know. Need t go. Love you." The the line cut.

If you couldn't tell my aunt doesn't really like me, because I'm my fathers child. She said the worst thing my mom ever did was marry and have a kid.

I quickly scrolled there my contacts and stop. I called the number to only get this,"This is Boo, Not available to answer the phone try later."

I called maybe 7 more times to no avail. I was so frustrated I started to to cry, from the fact that my parents are not together or that the only person we I've trusted with a lot like, about my family life and my virginity, and he can't even answer a phone.

My eyes were wet with tears. A headache arose and I need someone to talk with. Then it hit me.

I ran down stair trying to be quiet. The tv was on and Mica was sleep. She even looked pissed in her sleep. I went to the fridge and pulled the number off and started to dial.

"Hello?" said the husky but awake voice of Harry. I tried to get myself together so my voice was audible.

"Ha-Harry ca-can we ta-ta-talk?" I stutter out. I heard shuffling then a pair of keys.

"Sure. I'm by your anyways I'll be there in a couple of minutes." he said then hung up. I ran up stairs and put a pair of old blue jeans and an green t-shirt. I slipped on my converses slipped out the front door. There he waited next to his range rover.

By now I was done crying. I walked over and hoped in the passenger seat. Harry got in on his side and turned to look at me. I wouldn't look up i was afraid that my face looked a hot mess. Harry pulled my chin up to look at him. "Whats wrong?"

"Louis want pick up his phone, Louis want tell me anything! Mica hates me. I'm a billion miles away from home. And-and and my parents are getting a divorce." I cried not care what I looked like. Harry wrapped his arms around me. He shoo, me to calm down.

"First Louis is at Eleanor's, so he never answers his phone. Second Mica doesn't hate you. Shes hard at first but that's just her. Third if you want Ill fly you home right now, if that what you really want., but I hope you'll stay. Fourth my parents divorced when i was younger so i didn't know what was wrong, but all i can tell you on this is that you should let them hash this out and be there for both of them." He said and my crying subsided.

I mouth a thanks and rested my head against the headrest. " \You want something to drink?" he asked cutting the silence. I nodded in appliance. Then the thought came to mind. "Where were you if not home?" He chuckled a little. "Well... Louis got pissed at me from dinner. So I went to the bar down the street, to get my mind." I turned to him to see he was sadden by the thought.

"Well you want to take me out for my first drink?" A smile smacked on his face and the engine stared up.

Maybe around 4:30 we were to druck to drive so we called Amelia to pick us up. And lets just say she was pissed as hell. Why? I don't know.

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