Have you forgotten?

Rafaela's P.O.V.

Harry had a right but on the other hand he overreacted. I did nothing bad nor did Zayn.

I layed in bed, just staring at the white ceiling, noticing different figures, made by the white pieces of paint. I unlocked my phone and saw I had a message from an unknown number.

“Hi Raffy, it's dad. I wanted to tell you I miss you and that I'm sorry for being a bad father. Love you, hunny.“

Wh??? What was that for now? I haven't had contact with my dad ever since he left us. And how on earth does he have my number???? I quickly dialed Shirleen's number.

“Oh my goodness, girl, you're all over the news. It's great you are even more popular now.“, she immediately spoke from the other side of the phone.“

“Shirleen, wait. Where are you?“, I asked, not being in the mood to discuss my newly raised popularity.

“I am running errands, honey, why?“, she asked, sounding concerned now.

“I just need to speak to you about something.“, I said.

“Should I worry?“, she asked. I heard a frown in her voice.

“I don't know to be hones. We just have to talk.“, I answered.

“Okay, I will make sure I find time for you today. Love you, honey.“, she said.

“Love you too.“, I answered and hang up. Someone knocked on my door.

“Yes?“, I called out, signaling that it's okay for the person to enter. Niall's head popped from behind the door.

“Can I?“, he asked in his adorable irish accent.

“Yep. Come in.“, I said, sitting cross-legged on the bed and making some room for him to sit beside me. He plopped on the bed beside me, making us both bounce lightly.

“How's it going, Raffy?“, he asked, laying down , supporting his head with his hand.

“Shitty.“, I mumbled and he laughed.

“This ain't a lady like language.“ I laughed and hit him playfully with a pillow.

“Don't become Shirleen 2.“ I laughed. The great thing is that I can always rely on Niall to lighten my mood up. He is so cheerful and he carries a light spirit. You can't help but laugh when you're with him.

“Well, yeah, Liam is already a Simon 2, so why not me being a Shirleen 2?“, he asked and did his adorable „hahaha“ laugh. It's so melodic and amazinh.

“You are amazing, Nialler.“, I accidentally said out loud.

“Oh.“ He blushed and I decided to change the topic before it becomes awkward.

“You are too, Rafy.“, he answered. Now it was my time to blush.

“Raf!“, he called out, adjusting his head in his palm.

“Yeah?“, I said back, focusing my gaze on his deep blue eyes.

“What's going on between you and Zayn?“ I blinked a few times, trying to sink his question in. My eyebrows furrowed and anger built in me.

“Did Harry send you here? He thinks I fucking cheat on him? Well, go and tell him I don't! I can't fucking believe it.“ I stood up and stormed out of my own hotel room. How can they all think that I and Zayn are an item? I am so frustrated over the fact that they don't even let me have friends...

Notes

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