Turning Tables - Adele (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point Of View:

"How could it not be his? It was in his fucking car!" Chris slams on his steering wheel, clearly just as angry as me.

"I know! It's like he thinks I'm a idiot... I am an idiot." I huff, releasing heavy sobs from my lips. As Chris turns into my apartment building, his hand gently rubs soothingly up and down my back.

"You're not an idiot... The only person who messed up here was Harry." He tries to assure me, but I shake it off.

"All I do is make the same mistake with him over and over again. I can't win." I sniffle, shaking my hand. My nose is running down my face and I can hardly breathe. The pain in my chest is so strong and I feel like I need to scream or throw up or just hit someone.

"Let me walk you up to your apartment?" Chris offers, and I nod. His arms steady me up the stairs and my tears stain the front of his grey t-shirt. When we arrive at the door and my new babysitter, Erica, opens the door, she is clearly taken back.

"Bella has had a rough night..." Chris speaks for me. "Thanks for watching her daughter." He smiles, handing her a few twenty dollar bills.

"Mia was an angel... Feel better!" Erica smiles, shutting the door behind her.

I collapse on the floor from the tears and shake my head back and forth.

"Why couldn't Harry just stay out of that kind of stuff! We were finally going to be a family... Now he can't be anything!" I scream, pulling at the roots of my hair. Chris' strong arms snake under my armpits to lift me up, and he carries me towards Mia's crib.

"Look in there... Look at your daughter." He commands, and I slowly peak inside. My peaceful little angel was curled into a ball, fast asleep with a small smile on her soft baby face. "You don't need Harry. You've raised that gorgeous child on your own, and you can continue to do it. He did this to himself, if he really loved you he wouldn't have had those drugs in his car."

As much as it kills me to hear that, I know he's right. If Harry really loved me and Mia like he claimed, he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in the drugs and he certainly wouldn't have lied to my face and denied it like he did!

"I just don't know what to do now... I feel so... so alone." I sigh, and settle down on the couch across from Chris. Then a thought hits me. "Do you think Zayn or Liam are involved in it too?" I gasp, completely stunned.

"I guess anythings possible at this point." Chris sighs, and I shake my head.

"I have to call them... I need to know." I sigh, and he stops my hand from reaching for the phone.

"I don't think thats a good idea." He says, and I knit my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Why not?"

"Because Bell," He groans, "what if they are involved and try to convince you that they're safe? You know how damaging this life can be when a child is in the mix..." He trails off. Yup, exhibit A, me.

"You're right... Fuck, you're always right." I whisper, letting out a long sigh. "What if Harry tries to come back here tonight? He can pick a lock." I shift uncomfortably. That scares the shit out of me, him coming in here while I'm sleeping and trying something.

"I can stay here if you want?" Chris offers, and I quickly grow nervous. "I'll sleep on the couch, no funny business." he chuckles and I do too.

"That sounds ok, just for one night." I suggest, and he nods. He really is the only one there for me when I need someone.

"Get some sleep then, you look like hell." He teases, and I stand up to shove his shoulder. He reacts by pulling me into his arms and kissing my temple. "You can get through this, I'm here with you every step of the way." He reminds me, and I nod pulling away.

My feet slip under the blankets and I can't help but feel so empty... Harry's imprint is still left in the sheets, and I want his arms wrapped around me.

He fucked this up, not me. I don't get why he would do this, or why he would deny it. A piece of me is dying to hear his explanation, but another is telling me I'm better off leaving it all behind. I know I'll have to see him again soon, I just hope he will respect my space for the time being.

Harry's Point Of View:

Is she fucking kidding me? What in my right mind would make me get involved with drugs again, and more importantly how did they get inside my car? I could go to the police and and tell them all about this, but all signs point to me being guilty and I don't want to end up in a jail cell.

For some reason, I end up at a bar down the block from the tattoo shop... Fuck, I've been so wrapped up in Bella and Mia lately, I've barely helped with the franchise. Another thing I'm good at messing up.

I stepped inside of the half filled pub and ordered a Jack Daniels, something to numb the pain a bit. I can't tell if I'm more infuriated with Bella for not listening to me and jumping in the car with Chris, or the bastard who put the ecstasy in my car. I decide I'm mad at Bella after my third glass.

I look around the pub and see no familiar faces, and I decide it's best if I got home... After one more drink.

"You're taking those down awfully fast, aren't you?" The devil itself says behind me. I turn around and face him, unsure of what to even say.

"Aren't medicated people like yourself not supposed to drink alcohol?" I try and he gives me a small smile.

"I'm not drinking... I'm here with a girl." He pauses before looking around the bar. "Well I was here with a girl." He adds, taking a seat beside me.

"Don't sit near me, or I'll beat you senseless." I growl.

"C'mon Haz, tell ol' Louis what the trouble is!" He nudges me. I roll my eyes and scoot my chair away.

"Louis, get out of my sight or so help me I'll--"

"Look mate, I'm better and I'm a normal human being." He insists, and I chuckle. He is far from 'normal.'

"Right." I laugh. I can tell he's not going to let up when we sit in an awkward silence for a few moments, so I might as well entertain him. "Bella found some drugs in my car, so she dumped me."

"Drugs? Mate, you're above that." He sighs in shock. I nod and down my... fifth drink? I stopped counting at this point.

"They aren't mine! I don't even know how they got in my car, but she hates me and didn't even give me a chance to explain! She left me standing there as she drove off with your pretty boy brother." I spit.

"That was a low blow... Maybe your better off without her? Look at yourself mate, you're not even happy. Are you?" He asks, and I suddenly feel the effects of all this alcohol hitting me.

"I just... I need to see Bella. I'm going over there." I stumble, standing up from the bar. I notice Louis throwing down a random amount of money on the table and reaching for my arm.

"I'll take you there, because you can't drive like this." He sighs. I give him the address and before I know it, Louis and I are on our way up to Bella's apartment room.

What did I just do?

Notes

Hi guys :) I hope you all had a Merry Christmas if you celebrated!
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