Sydney's POV
I got out off he shower as fast as I could, almost falling over several times. I reached for the jeans and jumper I had on and I ripped them into my skin.
"Dad.." I said as I ran out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing here? You were meant to be coming home but instead you are here and.. What... Having sex in the shower?! What has he turned you into!" My father yelled, knowing that Harry could hear him.
"Don't speak about him like that. If you don't like my choices, then you know how to exit my life. I am with him Dad, end of story" I yelled straight back at him.
"Oh so you are going to give up your life for a boy, again! And we all thought you grew up!"
"Don't you EVER bring that up again. You know what, you can leave. Now"
My father looked me blankly in the eyes and laughed, mocking me. I get the anger build inside of me, I wanted to punch him. He had never understood me. My father was abit of a deadbeat dad while I grew up. He was a drunk a lot of my life and my mother went with everything he said out of fear. They both made me sick in ways I couldn't even explain.
"Well you know what Sydney.. I'll say one thing"
"Oh and why's that dad? That I'm still a disappointment to your family?"
"No.. When this one knocks you up, don't bother coming home"
My heart instantly burst within my chest, I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I launched at him and slapped him straight across the face. I had visions of strangling him and I think I may have if Harry didn't pull me off of him.
"Get out, NOW, BOTH OF YOU!" I screamed through the tears running down my face.
My father gathered to his feet and looked harry directly in the eyes..
"She's all yours" he snickered with a look of disgust written all over his face.
"I'll GLADY have her sir, now as she said, leave" harry said sternly whilst taking a step forward.
My father then left with my mother, leaving me in a ball of emotions. Harry took me into a hug and I couldn't jelly but vent to him.
"God he makes me so angry, all the time. He doesn't understand me. I've always been the disappointment to him and his family" I whinged.
"Hey, don't worry about them ok, we will get a few movies, relax, chill out all day" harry said whilst wiping the tears from my cheeks.
We spent the day laughing and talking. I told him about my childhood and my fears and failures, laughing at the stupid things I did in school. I told him about my self harm journey and he spoke about his mum and sister, how his parents split when he was younger and some of the funniest things he did while on tour with the boys. We got to know each other a lot more and we ended the day by watching Grease together, singing and dancing every song. Harry ended up falling asleep in my lap and I reached for my phone. I scrolled through Twitter and my newsfeed was full of hate.
#Sydneyneedstokillherself
#sydneysselfharm
We're both trending world wide and I could bare reading anything else. I didn't let this effect me, I was stupid to think there would be no consequences of dating one of the worlds most famous men. But all of it was worth it. I decided that I wasn't going to tell Harry about Savayah. Not yet at least.. I wanted him to know me, all of me, before he knew the girl that was forced by her parents give her daughter up for adoption. My phone buzzed next to me and I had received a text. The number wasn't familiar and it read..
*Mrs Dustin here, I want to see you. Now. I'm in the corridor on level 4. Be there in 5*
I slowly moved myself trying not to wake up Harry and I placed a beanie on my head. I traveled the hotel to reach where she asked me to meet her, my heart pounding at the thought of what she could what from me.
"Ah, Sydney!" She spoke as I came around the corner.
"We have a problem doll"
God I hate the way she called everyone doll. She had long, ginger hair, two teeth that had fallen out of either side of her front teeth and she always smelt of bacon.
"What is it?"
"Well seeing as you are now in a relationship with the worlds most famous man, I want you to pay me. If you don't, I will be selling your story"
"You can't do that! Savayah doesn't deserve that. No, I won't do it. I don't have money and I refuse to take it off harry so don't even suggest it! You have no power over me"
"Oh you see, but I do. Have you told harry about your daughter?"
"Funny how you refer to her as my daughter now! Yet you were happy to take her from my arms when she was a baby and have declined my every attempt to see her! Don't you DARE use her against me!"
"I'll do what I please. 45,000 dollars or your story will be with the media tomorrow night, bye doll"
As she walked away, I turned to see Renee standing behind me. The look on her face was pure disgust.
"I always knew that lady was never the right mother for Savayah!" Renee said, trying to not yell.
"I lied to harry today. He asked about James and I didn't know what to say to him so I told him I had no idea about it all."
I lowered my head and Renee took me into her arms and comforted me.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he truth came out, but I would do anything I could for it to be the right way..
The only choice left was to tell harry myself.