. HARRY
"Hey Harry. What's up?"
I answered him immediately when I saw Liam's name shining on the screen.
"Hey Liam. Nothing. You?"
"Nothing. How's She? You too okay? Getting along well?" He asked although I knew it wasn't because he was curious or concerned. He had some other things in mind.
"She is fine." I answered getting a little bit furious or you could say, jealous.
"Yeah so... I called to give you some good and bad news."
"What's the good news?" I sighed.
"As you know we have been across America and Europe and we have found the best ones. Like the best ones." He laughed emphasizing on the words.
"Have you?" I smirked to myself at how good they've done their job.
"Yes." I could feel him smirk too.
"Then what's the bad news?"
"The party is going to be held in London. You know. Your old place. change of plans. I'm sorry. All of our customers like to work with you and you know... we got a lot of requests that they like to see you this time. All of them. And as that it was such a long way to LA, So we told them it was okay to come to London-"
"WHAT?!" I yelled to the phone. Stupid. Stupid cunts. I can't believe they did this. How am I going to do business in my old house and leave her alone?
"I know. I know. I'm sorry man. But we can't go to the old place either and you know why. So better get on the next flight and be there until tomorrow that they are coming and you know... the next 3 days that they'll be coming back."
"Liam, what the fuck? How am I supposed to get there in like 2 hours because you jerks offered people to go there and see me for the next 3 days for business? AND what do I do with Ellie? She can't stay here alone. What the FUCK am I supposed to do exactly?" I yelled, anger boiling up inside me.
"I don't know. But we are on our way to England to deliver the packages. We bought you a ticket too. The flight is in 2 hours. I'm sorry. We'll see you then. Bye boss." He hung up.
He hung up.
He fucking hung up. Unbelievable.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? What am I going to tell her? How am I going to throw this huge party in less that 24 hours?
I was pacing back and force. My mind was racing with thoughts as I was getting angrier and furious. I ran a hand through my hair and face palmed myself.
"FUCKING HELL!" I yelled again, my voice echoing throughout the house. I threw my phone at the wall which made it break and shatter into pieces, making a huge hole form in the wall too.
"What happened?" Her sweet voice calmed me. I turned around and saw her horrified face staring wide eyed at the mess in front of me.
"Nothing I just... I got mad at my... workers. Come here love." I gestured for her to come near as I opened my arms to embrace her petite and beautiful body. She is my drug. The only thing keeping me sane.
"You scared me Harry." She whispered as her head rested gently on my chest and her small arms hugged my waist tightly. I rocked us slowly back and forth.
"Fucking cunts. I shouldn't have agreed to give them the job."
"Daddy can I ask for a favor?"
"Anything for my baby girl."
"Can you stop swearing this much?" She stared at me with her ocean blue and puppy eyes.
"I... um..." I was at a loss of words. I didn't know what to say. I expected her to ask something from me. Money, clothes, anything but this. Instead she asks something that affects me. That changes me for the better. Something that is good for me. She puts me before of her.
What did I do to deserve her? I am not good enough. I don't deserve her. I'll never deserve her.
"Yes! Yes. I'm sorry doll. I'll stop swearing." I responded.
"Thanks daddy."
"I have to tell you something. And I know you're gonna hate me for it but I just have to."
Her expression changed and she stared at me again with wide eyes and worry all over her face. "What daddy?"
I let out a deep breath. "I have to fly to London in 2 hours."
"What?" She stepped back looking at me as her eyes opened wider, if it was possible.
"Yeah I know. I'm a dick but it's business and we've been planning it for months now and it suddenly changed so I should you know... go now. I have stuff there so I don't need much packing."
She didn't say anything she just looked down and closed her eyes. Her golden hair covered her face and I knew she was trying to seem strong in front of me and avoid looking at me and not hate me for what I'm doing, but I saw it. I saw it all and I hate myself for that.
"Why don't you take me with you then?" She finally looked up with soaked cheeks.
"I can't baby you know that. It's business."
"What is so goddamn important about your stupid job that you keep hiding it from me? Every time I ask, it's as if you don't hear me. Why?! Why can't you just-"
"Because I don't like sharing everything with people!" I yelled in her face. I didn't like yelling. Especially at her. But this time I had to.
"Go on then. Go. Your hell of a job is waiting for you and it seems I'm just on of these 'people' you just hang around with and don't care about." She cried as she crossed her arms over her chest and went out of the way and gestured for me to go outside.
"I didn't mean that--"
"Yeah sure." She chuckled sarcastically. I got angry at her and then myself for starting this in the first place.
"If you're not going, maybe I should get out of here." She continued but this time she looked at me. Directly in the eyes.
If looks could kill, I would've been six feet under by now.
"And where would you go? You've got nowhere." I whispered in her face. But I immediately regretted opening my mouth.
Her face held an expression I've never seen her in. Guilt? Sadness? Disappointment?
"I'm sorry--" I was stopped by her shaking her head and moving out of the room and stumping down the stairs.
"Ellie!" I yelled following right after her.
My other phone which I call my work phone, started buzzing in my back pocket. I groaned and reached for it.
I saw Liam's name shining on the screen.
"Now's not a good time Liam." I said as I ran downstairs.
"You have to come like now. We are at the airport and you will miss the flight."
I saw her body shaking and holding on to the counter. I was hurt. I never wanted to see her like this. Sad, hurt and disappointed because of me.
"Okay. I'm coming." I sighed frustratedly and hung up.
"I'm--" I started but was shortly cut off by her.
"Just go." She said not turning around to face me.
"I just--"
"Leave Harry. I neither want to see you nor talk to you right now."
My heart dropped. It shattered. How could I do this to her? My baby. I love her. Why did I let myself do this to us?
Lowering my head as my head was pounding, I grabbed my wallet and keys and went out of the door, slamming it shut out of frustration.
When I was out I could hear her muffled cries. And when I reached my car I started hitting it with every force I had left in me. Anger was all I felt and I took it out on her and now that I fucked up I'm taking it out on the car.
Heading to the airport, I turned on the music to block my own thoughts.
I fucked up.