Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Twenty-Seven

Harry

After what felt like eternity, the 14 days were over.

I was impatiently waiting to arrive back to my house here in NY where Melanie told me she would be waiting for me.

I'm so excited to see her. I've been so stressed out with work and the fact that I was away from her and now I just needed to be in her arms.

I was annoyed at all the calls I was getting in at work from reporters wanting to talk to me about my mom.

I've bluntly told them that there was nothing to talk about.

I'm not dealing with Elena or my "brother" either. I don't care about them. They could get married tomorrow and it wouldn't bother me.

The fact that Abigail is taking her jealousy out of Melanie upsets me.

I was in such a low place that I didn't care who I had sex with.

Abigail was there and easy. She wanted to stay around and I let her for a short period of time. It was always afterwards that I learned her connection with Elena.

They became friends at a fashion show. When I was with Elena, I never cared enough to ask about her friends so of course I didn't know abigail was apart of her life.

I was a bad fiancé.

"How was your week out?" Keaton tries to make small talk.

"A waste of my time." I grumbled.

"Melinda stopped me the other day. She forced me into a conversation. She was asking questions about you." It snapped me out of my daze.

"What did you tell her?" I lean up in my seat.

"I didn't think there was anything to tell her. I told her to leave you alone. You're better off without her. It looked like it hurt her...Said she had something important to tell you." I scoff.

"I'm sure she does."

"She looked worried as well, as if she hadn't slept for months. I didn't recognize her. I think she might be in danger." I lean my head against the window.

"I don't care about her. I don't want anything to do with her."

"I wouldn't blame you. I'm just looking out for you. It might help you." I give him a confused look.

"You seem stable with your life right now. It might be time to forgive your mother and move on. You can act like it doesn't bother you but she left you."

This ride was turning into a long life lesson.

"Yeah she did leave me. She fucking left me to suffer and she didn't give a fuck." The hatred and pain that was built up over the years came over me with hot tears.

Once Keaton pulled up to my house, I stormed out and to the front door. I needed comfort and silence.

The door was already unlocked and I stumbled in with tears fresh against my cheeks.

I stand to see her sitting at the kitchen island in the cutest pajamas. My arrival was early and she was still putting out candles.

"Hi" I manage to get out and she looks up at me. I didn't frighten her but panic washes over her face when she sees my state.

I had ruined the surprise by being early and being a mess.

I fuck everything up.

It was hard not to smile when she gets closer and I see strawberry shortcake all over her pj bottoms.