Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

63. Lost & Found

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The car horn beeps again, and I open the front door where it has begun to rain.

"Ava, wait," he says, and I stay facing away from him. "At least tell me how to fix this. How can I fix this?"

"You can't Harry. It's done," before stepping out the door into the pouring rain.

I sit in the backseat of the taxi, and pretend I can't hear him yelling once I shut the door. Just like I pretend I can't hear the series of smashing sounds coming from inside the house as we drive away.

I rest my head on the cool glass window, watching the headlights of the cars in front of us reflected in the droplets of water running down the car window. All I want to do is to be held by Harry. I would give anything for us to be happy, but I'm not going to allow myself to be lied to again like that. I almost hate myself for wanting to go back, and wanting comfort from him, when it is he who has caused me this heartache.

"Where are you headed then?" he asks me quite sensitively.

And then it hits me. Absolutely everyone I know in London is somehow tied to Harry in some way. I have no London connections or friends here, and it is then I realise that I am completely and utterly alone in an unfamiliar country. I can't run home, I can't drive anywhere on my own.

I'm absolutely lost.

"Can you please drive towards the city area and I'll look up some hotels on my phone," I reply.

I take out my phone, ignoring the incoming call from Harry. I go into my settings and block his number. For now anyways. I don't think I could handle seeing his number continuously pop up on my phone, and the last thing I need is to give in to him so easily. I just need time alone to think things through.

I wish I could just turn off my brain. I have Kendall's last words echoing in my brain, and I can't ignore it anymore.

"He doesn't love you... And he won't ever love you or anyone. He'll leave you like he leaves everybody else."

I don't want to give him that opportunity to do so. I don't want to give him that chance.

I see a message from Scarlett telling me she heard about the "having a wee" incident at the Brits, and disregarding the ridiculously expensive overseas rates, I dial her number, praying she answers.

"If you're calling to brag about all the celebrities you're surrounded by right now, you can just stop right there," she says, unaware.

"Scarlett," is all I can manage, my voice full of emotion.

"Ave, what's wrong," she coddles. "Aw babe! Please don't cry!"

"Scarlett he's cheated on me! He was seeing someone while he was seeing me. He lied the entire time. I just can't anymore," I say, now sobbing, "I want to come home."

"He what?! Babe, please don't let this get you down. Are you completely sure he did?"

"He was definitely seeing her before he came to Australia."

"Who is she?"

"Kendall Jenner," I reply, feeling sick as her name escapes my lips.

"I thought that was just a lie. I'm so sorry babe. How did you know he cheated?"