A knock on the door brakes me from my actions. I'm doing mine and Millie's washing for this week; Millie is at her friends house and Harry was at work, leaving me in the house on my own with nothing to do. Which I don't mind at times, peace and quiet is always nice every now and then.

It has been a few days since Scott arrived and we have seen him everyday since, although I can't help but feel awkward when Harry is there. I notice that he holds me tighter, and always watches intently when me and Scott talk; it's like he's paranoid that I'll disappear.

I walk towards the front door and smile at the person in front of me. "Hey." I step to the side and politely let him in, following him into the living room.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Nicole told me everything. About Millie and what has happened to her parents." Scott smiles sadly at me. I place myself next to him on the couch and smile back sympathetically.

I sigh and nod, not really knowing what to say. "I'm not a mum Scott, I don't know what I'm doing." I shrug in response.

"You're doing fine," he reassures me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. "No-one expects you to be amazing at the beginning, you're just learning. And anyway, you've been through what she is going through, you're the best person for her right now." he smiles as he hugs me tighter and I lean my head on his shoulder.

"I suppose. I just don't want to let her down." I add, thinking about Millie and what is best for her.

"You won't. You're going to be a great mum." he smiles friendly.

"But I don't want to be her mum, I don't want to replace Katie." I defend. Millie needs to remember her mother, and how amazing she was. I don't want to replace her, that's never going to be my intention.

"She won't forget Katie, Faith. But she needs a mother figure, and that's you." I nod in agreement, he's right. I should be a mother figure to Millie, not just a friend. It's what's best for her, it's what she needs.

We sit the cuddled up, a stray tear leaving my eye as I think about all that has happened, Scott noticing my discomfort and hugs me even tighter than before.

"What is this?" A cold voice surrounds the living room. I turn and glance over my shoulder at Harry's new presence.

"We were just talking." I reply simply and smile sadly at him in return, wiping the tear trails from my face.

"Yeah it really looks like it." Harry speaks sarcastically towards us, a bitter expression displayed across his face as he now stands directly in front of us.

I furrow my eyebrows and take offence to his words, "what are you implying?"

Scott rises from his seat awkwardly, pulling his arm from around my shoulder and taking his coat in his hands "I'm gonna' go."

"No Scott stay, I want you to hear this." Harry remarks rudely towards him, his teeth gritted in anger and his eyes never leave mine.

"Scott, could you leave me and Harry alone please?" I ask him politely contradicting Harry's proposal, my eyes remaining harshly on Harry, still deeply offended.

"No stay-" I cut Harry off.

"Go!" I sternly interject, hearing Scott's footsteps walk towards the front door and close it behind himself when he has left.

I take in a sharp breath and continue our previous conversation, my teeth now gritting too, "what were you implying?"

"I was implying," he says mockingly, "that you didn't look like you were just talking." he finishes. His eyebrows furrowing in pure anger. Is he accusing me of cheating on him?

"Are you listening to yourself right now?" I almost screech in reply at his ridiculous assumption.

"How could you do this to me?" he angrily paces the floor, shaking his head in disgust.

"Do what to you? I haven't done anyth-" I attempt to defend myself, although getting cut off towards the end.

"Don't lie to me! It's obvious! Don't act like you weren't just upstairs fucking each others brains out!" His low voice booms through the house as he points to the empty space where Scott was last stood.

"Harry you know that I would never-"

I can't actually believe he is accusing me of cheating, how could he think so low of me? I would never in my life ever dream of doing something like that, I love him, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

"Stop! Just stop! Stop with the fucking lying!" He takes in a deep, shaky breath, "You know, I can't believe you! You act all innocent when really you're just a slag like the rest of them." he screams at me, still pacing the floor. "You know, everyone always calls me a man whore when really its you! You're a slag and a liar and you two deserve to be together." I shake my head at his words, my eyes beginning to tear up as the harsh words sting through my heart and shatter it into a million pieces. Nothing could get worse right now, why is he doing this to me? Why won't he let me explain? Why won't he believe me?

I open my mouth but no words come out, I am still stunned by his accusation. Now I know what he really thinks of me. His hand runs frantically through his hair in frustration, "I thought you were different Faith, I thought you lived up to your name, but obviously not." he finally turns and bares to look at me, his bloodshot green eyes meeting mine. My pain being reflected in his eyes but for a different reason, a single tear leaves my eye and he softens his still harsh voice as he speaks.

"Don't call me, don't text me, don't try and see me, I want nothing to do with you. I fucking hate you! I hate you Faith!"

And then he left.

---{Harry's POV}---

I can't believe what just happened.

I can't believe that she would do this to me.

I leave the house in a rush, my expression angry as I wipe away my tears and get into my car. I drive straight to the only place that will take my mind off of this.

I park my Range Rover outside the club and run straight in, not caring if I bump in to anyone. The club is busy, full of sweaty bodies dancing carelessly with each other. The smell is musky and the stench of alcohol fills the air as I walk towards the bar, "two double shots." I order the barista.

A few seconds later she walks over and pours the clear liquid out in front of me. I take one of the shot glasses and quickly swallow it, feeling it burn my throat as I slam the glass back on the bar and grab the second shot, doing the same as before.

I can already feel the effects of the alcohol starting to work, my entire body warming at the sensation. "Can I have that again please?" A female voice asks beside me. I turn my head to be met with the last person I thought I'd be seeing.

"Laura?" I question confusedly. Her blonde hair neatly in a fishtail plait and pulled to the side, she is wearing a short purple skin tight dress that is cut out at the sides showing her bare fake tanned skin.

"Hey baby." she smiles flirtatiously, pushing the two new shot glasses towards me. I gladly take them and feel the strong drink glide effortlessly down my throat yet again. "So, you still with that whore?" she asks, talking I presume about Faith.

"Dunno." I shrug, not knowing what we are now. My eyes scan her entire body and I watch her smirk evilly at my drunken actions.

She leans in closer to me, her breasts just inches from my face as she whispers seductively in my ear, "Why don't we go back to yours and have some fun?" Laura orders two more shots and I gulp them down, paying the barista quickly as Laura grabs my hand and leads me towards my car.

"I can't drive, I'm drunk." I inform her, feeling the alcohol consume me, making me lean against the car to keep my balance.

"I've not had anything, I'll drive." she snatches away my keys and we both get in, driving quickly to my house. She helps me inside and pulls me up the familiar route to my bedroom.

"Uh, how I've missed this." she smirks evilly as she pulls my shirt over my head, tracing her fingers up and down my torso; her false nails digging into my skin. She crashes her lips against mine before I have any time to think, hungrily kissing me.

She continues the kiss and tugs at my belt, slowly undoing it and zipping down my jeans, pushing them to the floor. She parts my lips and forces her eager tongue into my mouth, exploring it and grazing mine every now and then. She pushes me onto my bed and I sit up to watch her, her fingers at the hem of her dress, pulling it over her body effortlessly, revealing her matching purple lingerie; then she climbs on top of me, her blonde straw-like hair dangling around my face as she glances hungrily at my lips.

She grinds her crotch against mine, resulting in a small moan escaping my mouth, which in turn makes her go faster and harder above me. She rolls us over, "Kiss me Harry." she moans. I place my lips on her jawline, trailing them down her neck and to the valley of her breasts. She grabs her phone from the bedside cabinet and switches it to camera. "Let's show that bitch how it's really done." she sneers, occasionally taking photos.

But for me, that's when it all went black...

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