London Eye

Chapter 21: Not the person I wanted to see.

"Now, Vi, don't use such language when talking to your father."

"Cut the crap, Brian. What the fuck do you want?"

"What? A dad can't call his newly engaged daughter? And call me Papa like you used to."

"Brian we both know you're not just calling to congratulate me. How did you even find out? Twitter? And I will never call you that because you cant just come into my life after 16 years of not being here. So fuck off Brian."

"You better shut your fucking mouth. Never speak to me like that again, Violette."

"Why the hell do you care, Brian? You told me when I was 5 that I was just a fuck gone wrong and you never loved me or Niall."

"WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU? NEVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, VIOLETTE!!" He shouted into the phone.

"Are you high or drunk, Brian?"

"No.." He slurred his words. "Maybe a bit of both." He chuckled. "Can I speak to your mother?" Brian was still trying to sober up from laughter and slurred his words trying to be serious.

"She's dead, Brian." Tears blurred my vision.

"She's what?"

"She died 6 years ago. Niall and I would've been homeless if it weren't for Simon."

"Fucking put her on the phone, vi. Stop fucking with me."

"I'm not fucking with you, Brian. Sober up and get a job. I don't have time to deal with this shit." With that I hung up.

I don't have time to deal with my dead beat druggy, alcoholic father's delurious and messed up mind.

"Who was that?" Harry was leaning in the doorway, a towel wrapped around the lower half of his body and using a towel to dry his hair and I jumped at his words.

"Just my dead beat dad, Brian." I exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"What did he say." Harry said, sounding very defensive.

"Calm down. He was high and drunk he asked about my mum and I told him about how she was dead."

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned, making his way over to the bed, wiping a tear I didn't know I had.

"Just dandy." I said sarcastically, "Sorry it's just not everyday you get a call from your dead beat dad who didn't even know that your mum was dead." Before I knew it, Harry crashed his lips into mine. I was shocked at first but then reacted.

Our lips moved in sync, the kiss was simple but still powerful and sensual. Harry pulled away quickly, leaving me wanting more. My lips quievered.

"Harry!" I pouted.

Harry chuckled and place a small peck on my lips. "I have to get ready, darling." Harry kiss my forhead and walked away to get changed. Harry didn't bother going in the bathroom, I mean we both didnt mind changing in front of each other. We had nothing to hide- we had seen it all before so it was no big deal. The only thing is, whenever one another saw the other changing we would find ourselves biting our lip at the view. And by the way, what never got old; Harry calling me darling. I could hear him call me that all day.

"When will the body gaurds get here?" I questioned.

"They should be here any minute with everyone else." Harry jumped  next to me on the bed, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled up into his chest and Harry kissed my forehead.

Harry got a call on his phone and answered it.

"Gemma?" Harry spoke into the phone. There was a pause before Harry spoke again.