Mandolin Rain

Harry's POV

Zoe was due any day and I was on pins and needles waiting for news. I was ready to put this behind me and figure out what whats going to happen next. When the baby was born I would submit a DNA swab and mail it in, waiting for the results, it could take a few weeks. I was torn with what to do, if I should go meet the baby or not, I didn't want to get attached if it wasn't mine but I didn't want to ignore him/her if it was mine.

I'd been away from Elliot for a month, it was hard but we were making it work. We were both stressed out to the max, her studio was going crazy with business and I was away on tour always doing something or going somewhere and usually at least 12 hours ahead of her, it was hard to talk but thank God for texting. She usually always had me call her, she tried a few times but I was always busy whenever she called so she just gave up and let me be in charge of it.

Her birthday was next month, I had been secretly making a video for her asking random people to wish her a Happy Birthday from all around and in all different languages. I was hoping I could get someone to edit it and loop it all together to send to her, I wasn't good at all that computer stuff.

“Hey man.” Zayn plops down on the couch next to me. 'Whats going on?”

“Not a lot, just thinking about things.”

“And?” He asks.

“Touring sucks.” We both start laughing. It doesn't suck but I figured he'd know what I was talking about.

“It does, sucks when you're so far away from the ones you love and you have to pretend to be happy and that it doesn't bother you. Plus all the rumors that start if you do anything.” Elliot and I have already battled a few of those rumors. Louis and Liam had it easy, their girls didn't have jobs, they could come and go as they pleased and it didn't matter, but Perrie and Elliot worked and couldn't just drop everything to be with us. I'd never ask Elliot to give up her studio but it's hard to not get jealous of Louis and Liam, seeing them all happy all the time with their girlfriends.

“I know. I don't know how you've done this for so long but I understand why you do it.” I smile swiping through pictures of my phone of Elliot, Elliot and I, and even Luna.

“You sir are in love that's for sure.” Zayn teases me.

“It's the truth. I'm not even going to try and hide it.”

“Don't, I can't get enough of Perrie, I hate the distance but we're not going to live this life forever. You have to take advantage of it now, you'll have the rest of your life with Elliot.”

“When did you get so smart?” I tease.

“Eh, I've always known this, I've just never been able to say it to anyone.” He smiles. “I'm going out for a smoke, yeah.” He stands up and turns back to me. “Just be smart, don't let things look bad.” I know exactly what he means. Paparazzi always have a way of making things look like something they're not.

After I had finally fallen asleep I was interrupted by a phone call, Elliot. As tired as I was, I was going to answer. I had finally come down from the concert high, but it was close to four at home.

“Hey baby.” I answer the phone groggy.

“Harry?” I instantly sit up, just the way she says my name I know she's upset.

“El, what's wrong?” I rub my eyes and make my way to the back of the bus so I can shut the door for privacy.

“Harry, I-I just came home, someone broke into our house.” She sounds frantic.

“Did you call the police?” I start pacing around the back room.

“Yeah, they're in the house now taking pictures, no one is there.”

“What happened?” I ask finally taking a seat, trying to calm my legs as they're bouncing up and down nervous.

“I-I don't know, I just came home from work and I noticed the front door was ajar but I knew Joe wasn't home yet so I carefully opened it and before I even got in the house I saw the mess. They destroyed our house.” She started crying.

“Oh Jesus, Elliot, I'm so sorry.” This is why I hate touring.

“They can't find Luna.” She whispers and I rest my head in my hands.

“She'll turn up, she probably just got scared and is hiding somewhere.” I try to be rational, I can't believe someone would take someone's pet.

“I walked in after the police, they cut our couches apart, spray painted on our walls, they stole my stuff Harry.” She told me.

“What did they take?” I ask.

“That CD you made for me, it's not where I left it, I know it was on my desk this morning. They cut up some of my clothes including the dress I wore to the wedding we went to, they broke the picture frames I had of us and took the pictures, they stole my computer.” It's a miracle I could even understand her, she's hysterical.

I took a deep breath.

“Elliot, you need to stay at my house, I don't want you to be there anymore. Joe needs to move out too, you can't keep staying there if this is going to happen.” I tell her, serious of what I'm saying. I'm too afraid for her to be by herself like that, Joe is always working. I thought for sure she'd put up a fight about it.

“It's okay with you?” She asks slowly.

“You need to move to my house. It's gated, has security cameras, and security at the push of a button. If I can't be next to you to protect you then at least my house will be able to.” I'm trying to convince her.

“Okay, I think I'll feel better in a place like that too.” Relief floods over me, thankful that she didn't fight my idea.

“Good. Does Joe know about the break in?”

“Yeah, he's stuck in traffic though, it's rush hour here as you know.” Great, so she's alone.

“You have anyone you can call? I don't like that you're alone right now.” I try to think of anyone to call to meet here there.

“The police are still here, just combing through everything to look for answers. One of the officers told me he would stay here until someone else got here. They don't want me to be alone here either.” That makes me feel better but Jesus, how much shit does Elliot have to go through before people leave us alone.

“I'm sorry about all of this Elliot.” I'm honestly just floored that this has happened, I never thought this would get this far.

“It's not your fault Harry, I know you were sleeping, I didn't mean to wake you, I just didn't know what to do.”

“I'm glad you did, I'll feel much better when you're at my house though. I-”

“Harry, I gotta go, Joe is here and the police are done, I'll text you when I'm leaving or when I get to your house. Love you.”

“Love you too.” I hang up the phone and realize I'm wide awake now.

Notes

Seriously tried to post this like four times. Thanks website.

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