-The Next Day­­-

There was a moving truck parked in front of the building and all of the familiar furniture and posters and pictures were being rushed inside of the building by big, muscular men. I sat at my kitchen table, watching it happen. Harry hasn’t come yet, thankfully, but I can hear him through the walls. It gave me comfort, having him next door, but I was still frustrated. How could he think I would crawl back to him that quickly? I’m not some love sick little fan girl. He can’t serenade me with his stupid smile or his low voice anymore. I sighed and took a sip from the coffee I had sitting in front of me, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t need to cause a scene on the first day we were living next to each other, especially not in front of people. I glance out the window again in time to see a straggler mover close the back of the truck. 2 hours; a new record for any group of movers I’ve seen. I got up and moved to the living room in anticipation for Harry’s eventual visit. Right when I was about to settle my huge ass on the couch, I heard a knock on the door. That was fast, I thought as I started to shuffle towards the door, which opened itself, revealing, as per usual, Sammy. She rushed inside and slammed the door.

“What the fuck is going on, Shelly? What is that wanker doing moving in next door? Do you know about this?” she exclaimed, standing in the foyer with her hands placed angrily on her narrow hips.

“Sammy, calm down please. He can hear you, you know? These walls aren’t all that thick.” I replied, my voice gaining a tired tone. It was too early in the morning for Sammy’s attitude problem.

“No, fuck him! Why should you care?”

“Because we’re trying to fix things for the baby and I really don’t need any more drama right now. There’s enough as there is.”

Sammy’s jaw dropped and she scoffed. “Really? You decided to tell him? And let me guess, he used his boyish charm to convince you to take me back? How low could you possibly reach, Shelly?”

“What’s your fucking problem? I don’t want my daughter to be like me, not having a father. What’s so wrong with that?”

“The fucking father, that’s the problem. He’s a goddamn lowlife and your daughter deserves a better fucking father than that!”

“Fuck you, Sammy! You don’t know what kind of a dad Harry’s going to turn out to be! You just don’t like him and don’t want him around, but you know what? My life doesn’t revolve around you!”

Sammy squinted her eyes at me, her lip curling up in anger.

“I’ve been here for you the past 6 months, Shelly, and where has Harry been? Off tending to some fan he thought he got pregnant, a fan he fucked while he was with you and probably fucked while you two were still together. But if you’re going to choose him over me, then fine. Have a nice life. Hope he sticks around,” she said before turning on her heels and heading out the door.

“You are such a stuck up bitch!” I yelled at her before she slammed the door.

The door didn’t stay shut long though. Almost immediately, Harry rushed into my flat, a look of concern on his face.

“What just happened?” he asked.

“Sammy’s a stupid fucking bitch!” I wailed, tears falling down my face.

Harry rushed to me and grabbed me, pulling me against his chest. I buried my face into his jumper and let out the sobs; sobs of frustration and sadness.

Notes

Look at me go, making 2 updates in one day. I'm gettin really into this story and I just want to write. I hope you enjoy!