Mandolin Rain

Harry's POV

Yesterday was hands down the best birthday I'd ever had. And it was all because of Elliot. She went above and beyond my expectations of anything I'd ever imagined. And I was sad to see her leave this morning but I know she had to go to work. Thankfully I have Luna to keep me company. I can't believe she got me a cat, I've wanted one forever but with traveling it just hasn't worked out.

My phone started buzzing and I was not happy with who was on the other line but I answer it anyway.

“Hey Zoe.” I grumble.

“Harry. Did you get the papers?” She asks.

“Of course I got the papers. I'm not signing anything though until the baby comes. It makes no sense when you don't even know if it's mine yet.” I inform her.

“Well I'm like 75% sure it is Harry.” I shake my head.

“I'm not signing papers until I know for sure that this baby is mine. And if it is mine I'm going to be fighting for custody.”

“Why? You don't even want it.” She gives me extreme attitude.

“Not at first, but if it's my child I will be in their life. If you like it or not.” I don't care of her opinion.

“Whatever Harry. You'll just do it so it looks good for the cameras.” Oh my God why did I ever date her.

“Are you serious? You're the one coming after me on the tabloids saying that I won't pay for anything, that Elliot broke us up, that I want nothing to do with you. You're the one making me look like a bad guy here.”

“Well, I don't really care Harry. All I'm concerned about is me and this baby.”

“And Jared. How's he doing by the way?” I ask intrigued.

“Fuck off Harry. He's here and you're not.”

“You wouldn't let me around you unless there was cameras anyway. You're greedy. You only want attention from other people. It makes me sick what you will do if that baby is mine.” I lean my head back against the headboard, casually scratching Luna's belly.

“Oh my God Harry, I don't care. What's done is done, and I will get what's rightfully mine in the end.”

“No, if it's my baby, the baby will get what's rightfully theirs in the end.” I correct her.

“Well the baby is due in six weeks ass hat. Get your shit together.” She spouts off and hangs up the phone.

It takes everything I have not to toss my phone across the room into the wall. She is seriously the biggest bitch I've ever been involved with. And to think that she might be the mother of my child makes me worried. I let her get in my head way too much. I don't need this, I have to leave for Australia in a week and I just need to stay positive and be with Elliot.

I think of the perfect plan as an almost going away present for Elliot. I'm bummed I'll be missing her 20th birthday in May but we've talked about it and shes okay with it. Mainly because she's amazing.

“Hey Harry.” Elliot comes in and drops the food she picked up on the counter, bends down to scratch Luna and then comes running to me on the couch. I move just in the right time before she attacks me with kisses.

“Someone is in a good mood.” I tease.

“Yes, sir. Finally fully staffed, everyone showed up for work today, got much needed stuff done in the office, a good Monday. How was your day?” She asks snuggling up with me.

“It was okay, I did some shopping. Talked to Zoe today.”

“Oh yeah?” I suddenly have her full attention, her posture adjusts just a little bit. “How did that go?”

“She drives me nuts. Trying to force me to sign the papers she sent about child support and I don't even know how it was possible to have to pay for a child if you don't even know its yours.” I can't stand her.

“I don't know either Harry. Don't get so worked up over it. You know the papers won't stand up in court until paternity is established.” She's so calm.

“But it just drives me nuts. She pisses me off.”

“I know she does Harry. This is her plan though, she wants you to get all worked up, she wants you to come across as the bad guy in this situation.” She tries to explain.

“I AM the bad guy in this situation! Don't you pay attention to the tabloids or the internet for once? Jesus Elliot!” My sudden outburst was not meant for her. She's taken back as she leans away from me and just looks at me.

“You don't need to yell at me Harry.” She give me a look I know I won't forget.

“I just want you on my side, I feel like I'm constantly trying to fight you with this.” I mainly just want to complain to her with out her trying to be so insightful.

“I am on your side Harry, I'm always on your side.” Calm. Always calm.

“Oh really? Because I can't fucking tell Elliot.” I throw my hands in my hair, what am I doing?

“Ok, well, I'm going to just go. I'll leave the food on the counter.” She stands up and walks back to the kitchen to get her shoes and keys.

“Elliot wait, I didn't mean it like that.” I stand up to chase after.

“It's whatever Harry, I don't appreciate being talked to like that and I'm not going to stay here while you throw your little fit. You're right, I'm trying to see both sides of this situation, I think it's shit that she's treating you like this, that she's throwing under the bus but don't take me down too, I've done nothing wrong but support you. So once you calm down and figure out whatever it is you're going through and you're ready to be a big boy about it let me know.” She opens the door and slams it on the way out.

Just fucking great.

Elliot didn't answer my phone calls on Monday, I don't blame her. I don't know what possessed me to freak out on her like that, I wish I would have saved it for Zoe. I talked to my mum, she wasn't too happy with my behavior with Elliot either. She never liked Zoe, and has seriously loved Elliot since they talked on the phone the day I got into that accident.

Tuesday came, I sent her text message after text message. I know she read them. But she didn't respond. I called the studio but Polly answered every time and she tole me Elliot told her not to let me through.

My only other option was coming to see her and apologize in person. I know I should have chased after her yesterday and apologized but I was an idiot and didn't. I can't believe I let myself freak out on her, I'm glad she's a little level headed and left when she did, I was getting worked up, who knows what I would have said to her and regretted.

I pulled up to Elliot's street and notice quite the crowd around her house. And police. My heart races as I park off to the side. What is going on? I fight through the small crowd to see Elliot and Joe talking to the police and pointing at their house. I look up and my heart breaks, someone had spray painted their house.

The words, “Bitch. Home wrecker. And Slut” were painted in big black letters all over the front of their house.

Joe sees me and waves me over to the smaller crowd.

“I don't know who did this but I've got a box full of other things I'm sure it's the same person.” I hear Elliot say. What is she talking about? This is the first I've heard of this.

“Can we have those things miss?” The officer asks.

“Yes, I'll just be right back.” Elliot turns and sees my concerned face. She breaks eye contact and walks into her house to collect things.

“You knew about this?” I ask Joe curiously.

“She just told me about the letters and pictures last week. Said she's been getting things left on her car for a while, then things started appearing in our mailbox. I didn't think it would come to this though.” He points to the spray paint on the house.

“Here you go officer. I have a note in there to as to when I got each piece.” She explains.

“Ok, thank you miss. Do you guy have any where else you can stay tonight just to be on the safe side?” He asks looking at all of us.

“Yeah, we'll be fine, thank you.” Joe takes over.

“I'm just going to take some pictures then we'll be on our way.” Joe and Elliot nod and start walking into their house, I follow uninvited but I don't care.

Once inside Joe walks to his room and I'm assuming starts packing a bag. Elliot looks at me and walks to her room, leaving the door open, I take that as an invite to join her.

I find her sitting on the bed cross legged and visibly upset, I take a seat next to her in silence.

“I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to take my frustrations out on you, I was way out of line.” I notice a tear fall from her face.

“I just didn't appreciate your language Harry. You assumption that I didn't support you blew me away. I do nothing but support you. Even when people hate me, I'm here for you and then for you to say that I don't and that I'm not on your side made me second guess everything.” My eyes widen, second guess everything?

“What do you mean?” I ask carefully.

“Like if I didn't support you, if I should do things differently.”

“No, you're perfect for me. You make me forget things that I need to forget, make me see things I don't see. I need you to stay exactly as you are. I'm sorry, so sorry.” I try to get my point across. “I love you.” I inch closer and her tears start to flow.

She quickly throws her legs around mine and her arms around me. She's such a strong person but she's the first to admit how emotional she can get and how her emotions can get the best of her.

“What is all of this about people leaving notes on your car and in your mailbox?” I take the chance to ask her, confused as to why she never told me.

“I just thought they were jokes at first. People would leave their twitter names to have you follow them and then I got some random bad notes but I didn't think anything of it. It got better in December when we weren’t linked, then we got together in January and things picked up speed. It started being pictures of us, and then things started showing up in our mailbox and now all the sudden I came home to this.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” I ask, I'm a little upset she didn't say anything.

“You just have so much on your plate. I didn't want to add another thing to your list.”

“I always have enough room for you. We could have nipped this in the butt before it got this bad. I wish you would have just told me.” I start running my fingers through her hair.

“I'm sorry.” She whispers.

“Nothing to be sorry about, but I want you to be open with me. Even if you think I won't like it. Lets pack you up. You're staying with me.” I pat her legs to have her move them and start digging through her closet for her bags.

Notes

And yes I know my chapters are long...lets face it, if I split them up, they'd still be camping. :)

Tomorrow's not Monday is it? uggg.

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