I'm not a song writer don't come for me... I know my shitty songs are not on par with Harry okay... Just pretend it's amazing 😂
This chapter deals with some things... Just a brief warning. Mentions of drug use, alcohol use, abuse.
I'd been hurt before. I've had love fuck me up. But I've never felt like this. My body physically hurts. I don't want to get out of bed. The skin underneath my eyes is raw, and my cheeks are chapped from the constant tears. I've been crying for four days straight.
I've had to take the girls iPads. Someone figured out their imessenger numbers and was sending horrible things to them.
I'm sitting on the couch staring at the wall when the girls walk in the door. Evelyn is crying, Elizabeth looks disgusted.
"What's the matter? EvieBug are you okay?" I open my arms and Evelyn rushes into them.
"There's penises all over the porch."
"What?"
"And someone spray painted fuck you, whore on your car." Elizabeth mumbles.
I rush outside to see the girls are right. "Go pack your bags."
I send a text message to Emma. She comes running down the stairs and joins me outside. "Those fucking bitches."
"Help me clean this up please."
I take pictures of my car and the house before we start cleaning up the mess.
Emma and I spend over twenty minutes picking up dildos. They are all over the fucking lawn and the porch.
Emma helps me scrub the paint off of the car with baking soda, vinegar, and dawn dish soap.
When we're finished we both pack up as much as we can. We get the girls fish in the portable aquarium, grab Tofu's stuff and start loading the car.
I send the pictures to April letting her know I'm taking the kids to my parents. We'll stay there until April gets off of her current rotation and we can figure out what to do.
I don't feel safe in my own home anymore.
Harry doesn't know this was the reason I told him I needed space. I was starting to fear for the girls safety.
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Harry's POV
Six days. It had been six days since she told me she needed space. Six days since she left me.
I couldn't sleep. I wasn't hungry. I didn't want to exercise. Mitch and Sarah were staying with me, but I didn't feel like talking. I didn't want to talk to anyone but her.
I stayed holed up in my studio writing.
I avoided my bedroom. My bed smelled like her. When I went in there I cried, and I kept crying until I felt like there was no moisture left in my body. So I replaced it with tequila.
And then I called her. Countless times. Until her voice-mail was full and I couldn't call her anymore.
I missed Elizabeth and Evelyn. I missed Emma. I missed April. I missed her. God I fucking missed her.
The shrill ring of my cellphone startled me. I looked down at the name on the phone before I swiped answer.
"Emma?"
There was a little giggle. "I'm not bloody Emma."
Tears clogged my throat. "Bug..."
"Hi Haz. I miss you so much."
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