I finally pull myself together enough to drive back to our hotel. My mind is on autopilot the whole way, I don't even know what I'm thinking.

"Aubrey? Are you okay? Where's Harry?" Fuck, Harry's parents see me when I enter the lobby of the hotel.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just uh... My grandma. I have to get back to Malibu." I lie. I don't want to be the one to tell Harry's parents they are now grandparents.

"Oh, is she okay? Why don't you go and get some rest, and Harry will drive you back tomorrow." His mother offers. No, I need to get out of here right now!

"I need to get back tonight, she's in the hospital. Do you mind if I just take Harry's car?"

"Of course, we still have ours here. Are you sure you don't want to wait until tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, thank you though." I dismiss myself and get onto the elevator.

When I get back in the room I collect all of my things as quick as I can. I'm not mad at Harry, there's no reason to be, but I'm just confused. I don't want to be here, I feel like something bad is going to come out of this... Either Harry having to move here to take care of Avery, or even worse, what if he gets back together with Rachel! That won't happen, he's not like that, is he?

As I leave the room with my bags, I put a note on the door for Harry.

Harry,
I'm going back home so you can figure things out with Rachel. I hope it all works out. I love you.

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As I drive home I feel like a zombie. I am so tired, I have a headache and I wish I knew what was going on back at Ricky's house. I wonder what Rachel is going to tell Harry.

It's almost three in the morning when I realize I'm in Stanford California and I see the university. For the first time since Harry and I talked about going to different colleges, I actually can't wait to be here next fall. Away from all of this madness. Fuck, I need gas.

I pull over at a random gas station to fill up Harry's car. While it's filling up, I go inside to get a cup of coffee. I still have about two more hours until I'm back in Malibu, and I don't know if I can stay awake.

As I taake out my wallet from my purse, I drop my credit card.

"Here." The guy behind me picks it up and hands it to me. Oh great, another British accent.

"Thanks." I try to smile, but it's not happening.

I pay and grab the coffee, exiting through the door to get on my way.

"Are you okay?" I hear the man who picked up my credit card behind me after a minute. Great.

"Yeah." I quickly reply as I pull the nozzle out of the car.

"Sorry, you just look a little tired. Where are you going at three in the morning?" He asks me. I finally look at him to see blonde hair, and he's actually pretty attractive. What is it with me and these British guys?

"I'm going home, I was just in Phoenix." I tell him. Why, I have no idea...

"Oh, by yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Are you really okay? You look like you've been crying." He asks softly.

"Because I have been. Look, I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are, and I really just want to get home." I snap and wipe a single tear that has fallen from my eye.

"Sorry, I just... I'm Sam." He looks nervous, and now I feel bad for snapping. He really is just trying to help.

"It's fine. Sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind." I say after taking a deep breath.

"I get it." He smiles sympathetically. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?"

"Yeah, thanks." I try to smile and get into the car. Well that was weird.



Harry's POV


"Aubrey, what the fuck!" I yell at her as she pulls me away from the guys i was talking to. What is her deal?

"I just spoke to Rachel." She tells me when we get onto the empty deck.

"She's here? Does she know who you are?" I ask. What the hell did they talk about? I didn't know she would be here, doesn't she have a fucking baby to take care of?

"Yes and no. I found her crying and she said it was because she saw you."

"Uh, that's odd." Why would she cry after seeing me? She obviously doesn't give a fuck about me after what she did.

"Harry... You have a daughter." I almost choke on my drink before it drops to the ground. What is she talking about?

"What did she say to you?" I say, my voice barely audible.

"She told me she lied and only said she cheated on you because she thought she was going to give it up. She didn't know what to do, but it really is yours."

I can't tell if she's serious or not. Well she looks like she is, but what she's saying... How can that be true?

"She's full of it!" I yell. "Where is she?" I have to find her and ask her what's going on.

"Harry..." Aubrey pulls me back, "I think I'm going to go, I really can't do this. I just can't be here."

"Aubrey, it's not true." I try tell her.

"Can you just get a ride home with someone later? I just need to go back to the hotel."

"I'll come with you."

"No, talk to her, you guys obviously have a lot to talk about."

"Aubrey..."

"Umm, I'll see you later." She says and takes the keys from my hands. She better drive safe. Fuck, I need to talk to Rachel though before she leaves.

I search through the whole house and when I don't find her anywhere, I walk out to the front yard and try to call Aubrey to have her come pick me up.

"Rachel?" I put the phone down when I see her sitting on the steps, like she's waiting for a ride as well.

"Oh, hey." She says when she sees me.

"Why did you tell Aubrey that I'm the father?"

"Aubrey told you? Why would she do that?"

"Because she's my fucking girlfriend! Now start talking!" I yell at her.

"Oh she is?" She says, but she doesn't look surprised. Maybe Aubrey told her we were dating.

"Why the hell would you say that to her? I'm not the fucking father."

"Harry, I don't want to talk about this here."

"Well I do!"

"Yes. Yes you are Avery's father." She says quietly.

"Yeah right. Why are you lying about this? This isn't a joke, Rachel."

"I know it's not! I'm sorry I lied to you, but I thought it was for the best." She says.

"I don't believe you."

"Well you should. Look I'm sorry. If you want to meet her you can come home with me."

Is she fucking serious! My head is about to explode!

"This is Avery, our daughter." She says quietly and shows me a picture on her phone.

I push the phone out of my view after looking at the baby. This can't be happening. Why does she insist on fucking with my brain?

"Harry, I was scared when I lied to you. I thought I was going to give her up, and I knew you wouldn't let me if you knew she was your daughter. When she was born, I fell in love with her and couldn't go through with the adoption."

"But.. But Zach? You cheated on me?" I'm trying to understand this all, but I can't. I have a daughter? What the actual fuck is going on!

"No, I just made that up." She tells me.

"Why would you do that?" I whisper.

"I told you, I was confused and scared."

"What about me? You didn't have the decency to tell me? What the hell is your problem! She's my daughter too!"

Woah. Those words coming out of my mouth... My daughter?

Notes

Sorry it's so short, but I kind of left you on a cliffhanger last night so I wanted to update.


comment if you want a double update! :)