Mandolin Rain

Elliot's POV

I haven't talked to Harry since Thursday. This happens every once in a while and I hate it. I know he's busy. Things have been a lot harder then I thought they would be. I missed Harry, I missed seeing my mom everyday. I missed my dad. Joe was spending a lot more time with Rose so when I wasn't at the studio working and managing, I was at home, alone with my thoughts.

It wasn't terrible. I finally got caught up on all my shows, I was actually waiting for new things on my DVR to come up. I thought about writing a book, tried to find ideas and wrote stuff down on post it notes every once in a while.

I was excited that Clover was coming to visit me this weekend. It was only for one night, she had to work yesterday, Friday. So she was driving four hours to spend one night with me and then drive home on Sunday, I couldn't ask for a better cousin. I had made it a point to talk to her more since our camping trip. She's such a positive person, I try to be most of the time but sometimes I need to borrow it from other people.

So I patiently waited on my couch. Folding my laundry from the week. A pitiful wardrobe if you ask me, full of yoga pants, leggings, tank tops, sports bras, and the occasional jeans or nice shirts. Occasional is the key word.

I hate waiting for someone. I know she's coming, but it's the whole, why isn't she here yet, when is she getting here, do I have time to go to the store and get groceries, leading to why I didn't get groceries yesterday. My brain just rattles with thoughts. It's worse when I'm thinking about Clover, she hardly uses her cell phone, in today's world, she doesn't even turn it on half the time.

I put all my clothes away and fix my room, actually make my bed. Put my shoes away, actually folding all my under ware. I've been so bored lately that I've actually organized my clothes in my closet by color. I can't think of what I used to do before Harry came around. It's quite pathetic. But I don't care.

I check my phone and text Harry.

Miss you.

I wait a few minutes, staring at a screen, like a love sick puppy. Oh what Harry does to me.

I miss you more. I'll call you soon, promise.

It noon here, meaning it was eight there, it was hard not knowing what he was doing. I trusted him more then I thought possible but there was always a bug in the back of my mind second guessing myself.

A knock on my door made a huge smile appear on my lips. Clover was here.

I jumped of my bed and ran down the hall, flew down the steps and opened the door to see my beautiful cousin standing there in a flowering foot length dress and long straight hair.

“Well are you just going to look at me or invite me in?” She teased as she pushed past me, her bag hitting me on the way past.

“Oh, no, come on in Clo.” I laugh and follow her up the steps. She throws her bag in my room and wraps her arms around me. When we pull away she looks at me, I mean really looks at me.

“What's the matter Rain?” She asks sitting down on my bed.

“Nothing.” I try to brush it off.

“Liar. What's the matter?” She gets a serious expression on her face.

“I'm just tired, you know, the studio, mom and dad leaving, and Harry not being here. It's like everything has changed so quickly it's hard to adjust.” I can never hide my true feelings from Clover, she will always figure out something is wrong.

“We'll that's why I'm here! Here to get your mind of things. Have a girls night since of course you still aren't old enough to go out. So I think we can do some homemade face masks, drink some fruity concoctions, and bitch about our lives. Sound like a plan?” She smiles at me. Clover is actually a body paint artist, which is why she works in Las Vegas, she gets plenty of clients, and she's so good at what she does, but she's busy all the time so it's hard to see her or get her on the phone.

“Ugh, I couldn't have said it better myself.” I throw myself back on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Let's go raid the kitchen and see what we can find!” She jumps up and pulls me towards the kitchen.

“Sorry I didn't have anything.” I tell her, I knew I should have gone to the grocery store.

“It's okay. What you had in your fridge was shit.” She laughs as she climbs into the jeep to go to the store with me.

We drive in silence, parking fairly close to the front, thankfully. Since it was later on Saturday, most people had plans so the store wasn't super busy.

Clover and I separate for a little bit and when she returns she's acting a little different. Almost like she's trying to hide something but I can't quite put my finger on it. I dismiss it and we continue around the store. Picking up junk food I never eat, milk, and food for breakfast, my most favorite meal on the weekends.

Of course, theirs only two lanes open to check out, and they're both busy so we wait. And wait. Clover keeps talking to me trying to get my attention to focus on her, she keeps asking me if something's on her face or in her teeth. I laugh, she's always so spazzy.

We're finally up next and out of the corner of my eye I see Harry. Harry on a magazine. Clover notices and stands in front of the magazine, I gently push her aside and my eyes grow wide.

Harry Styles ex-girlfriend Zoe pregnant? Secret lunch dates? What happened to Elliot Morgan?

I stand stoic. Zoe is pregnant? Why hasn't he told me? Is that why he's avoiding me? I grab the magazine and throw it in the cart to read.

“Don't do that.” Clover warns me. “It will eat you up inside.”

“Too late.” I mumble and pay for the groceries. I feel like I'm just going through the motions. Like I can't think, when I get to the jeep I can't remember how I even got there. It's a good thing that Clover beat me to the drivers side, that couldn't have been good.

I feel like a zombie reading the article. It said they went to dinner Thursday. Thursday, the last day I talked to Harry. It's close to midnight there, I could call him, but I don't want to. The only thing I wanted before we went to the grocery store is the last thing I want now.

I carry in the groceries and put them away. Clover and I have said nothing to each other since we left the store. I don't know what to say. I'm beyond embarrassed. Did Zoe and Harry even break up? Did he know about her being pregnant? Was I just some side chick he kept here in LA to keep him company? I was giving myself a headache.

“I'm going to take a shower.” I tell Clover as I walk down the hall not waiting for a response. I stand under the shower for what seems like hours but I know it's not. I wrap a towel around my hair, another around my body and I just lay in bed. I hear my phone ringing.

“Rain! It's Harry.” I can hear her run down the hall.

“I don't want to answer it.” I tell her.

“Don't listen to the tabloids Rain! At least listen to what Harry has to say.” She thrust the phone in my face. I take it from her and silence it, dropping it on the bed. “Don't do this Rain. It's not the right thing to do.”

“The right thing? The right thing to do? His ex girlfriend is pregnant! Harry is going to be a father. He's not coming to live in LA again, we're on two different pages in life now, we're done. Done before we even started.” I suddenly get the energy to speak.

“You haven't even talked to him! It's late there, you need to call him back.” She demands of me and picks up my phone, it starts vibrating again. Harry.

I rip the phone out of her hand and answer it.

“Hello.” I say sharply.

“Elliot. Hi.” Harry tells me almost nervously.

“What do you want Harry?” I ask roughly.

“You know don't you?” He says so quiet that I hardly heard him.

“Yeah, I see congratulations are in order.” I don't even care if I'm being rude.

“It's not mine. It can't be mine.”

“Well then whose is it Harry? Did you ever even break up with her? Was I just some girl you wanted to have fun with in LA? How long have you known she was pregnant?” I throw question after question against him.

“No, I had no idea! Elliot, you have to believe me! I found out on Thursday when I went out to lunch with her.” He starts.

“You've known since Thursday? You didn't think to tell me at all?” I whine.

“I've been in shock Elliot!” He suddenly finds his voice and yells.

“Don't yell at me Harry. You're not the one who found out that this guy you love got someone else pregnant. You know how embarrassing that is?”

“You love me?” My eyes grow wide, did I just admit I loved Harry? Shit.

“You never answered my questions Harry.”

“You never answered mine. Do you love me?” He asks.

“It was just an expression Harry. I'm in the heat of the moment.” I try to back peddle. “When did you break up with Zoe? Was I just a joke to you? Something fun to keep around?” I demand to know answers.

“NO Elliot! I like you, you were never a joke, I can't fake the feelings I have for you.”

“Is it your baby Harry?” The question I'd been dreading. It sounds bad but I just can't be with someone who has a baby on the way. There's too much emotion and too much invested in the mother of his child as it should be, I just couldn't be that “fourth” wheel.

“It can't be my baby. I swear. She's already showing, she told me she's five months, which would have been around the end of our last tour. I came back to London and stayed with my mum for about a week. I came back and had a few dates with Zoe, she wanted to have sex but I just couldn't do it. I was already withdrawn from the relationship. I swear. It can't be my child. Plus she told me she was cheating on me with her friend, it has to be his. She just wants the publicity. She wants money.” He explains to me.

“When did you break up with Zoe?” I ask. The article told me they were freshly broken up, but Harry had told me they broke up like a week after his accident. If they were still together and he liked to me I don't do well with that. “Tell me the truth Harry.” I demand from him.

“Well.” He starts. “You remember the night I stayed with you in your bed before we went camping?” I close my eyes and try to stop my tears. “I'm so sorry.” He started.

“No, you just tell me. Tell me Harry.” I start sobbing.

“I broke up with her the next day. I couldn't be with her anymore, I just wanted to be with you. I'm sorry. I don't know why I lied I just didn't want to lose you.” He tries to defend himself.

“So you led me on, laid with me in my bed, and you weren’t even single?” I choke out.

“I'm sorry. I don't know why I lied. Please just say something.” His voice cracks on the other end.

“I have to go Harry.” I hate being lied to. The man I love lied to me, it was a stupid thing to lie about. If he lied to me this time, what else did he lie to me about?

“Please n-” I end the phone and toss it by my feet. Clover, who was there the whole time, quickly sits by my side and tries to calm my uncontrollable sobs.

After Harry has tried calling multiple times, Clover answers it.

“Please don't call anymore Harry. Leave her alone.” Is all she says before she ends the conversation and turns my phone off.

Notes

Heyyyyyyy so I'm back.

I'll be updating more, promise. :)