"MARNIE!" Elenore screamed, flying through the front door and into the kitchen where I was preparing Nola's dinner.

"What?" I replied. I spun round to face her in the doorway, only to find it wasn't Elenore at all. Instead I was greeted by my own face, and Nola's, staring back at me from the front cover of a newspaper. "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" I shrieked, wrenching the paper from her grasp.

Accompanying the photo was the headline:

"THE MOTHER REVEALED: GRANDMOTHER TELLS OF DAUGHTER'S DIRTY SECRET WITH HARRY STYLES!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" My eyes stung with tears as I flipped the paper open to a double page spread with my own mother's face beaming up at me from the top left hand corner. "Unbelievable! I knew something wasn't right."

"This is not good, Marnie." Elenore bit her lip as she leaned against the door frame. "There were teenage girls going wild buying that paper today and I've already checked Twitter, it's not good either. You've sent the fandom spiralling out of control."

"Fuck the fandom!" I cried. "What about me? What about Nola? My own mother sold us out to the paper and has added some bullshit about how I never let her see her granddaughter!" I scanned the pages frantically with furious eyes. "'She has only allowed me to see the child once since it was born. I am absolutely devastated'. The bitch."

"I knew she was evil, but I never realised she was so two-faced." Elenore sighed, reading the article for herself. "I mean look here - 'Her father and I were nothing but supportive when Harry abandoned her upon discovering she was carrying his child, and yet this is how she chooses to repay us. We didn't raise her to be this way'."

"They barely raised me at all!" I scoffed, slamming my hand down on the paper as I fought back the hot, angry tears that burned my eyes. "I just cannot believe this has happened...again!" 

"You and Nola are practically famous. Two newspaper articles in the space of a week, Marnie!" I wasn't sure if Elenore was trying to cheer me up or if she genuinely believed this was a good thing, so I burst into tears.

Moments later Nola threw her head back and began wailing in her high chair. Elenore looked frantically between us with wide eyes. "Oh God."

I withdrew my phone from my pocket and dialled my mother's mobile number, my father's and the home phone only to be directed straight to voice mail by them all. The paper would have paid them a small fortune for the photos and the information, they'd probably fucked off abroad. Not that they needed the money.

"Harry is going to be so pissed," I sobbed. "The tables have turned now." I cringed at how I'd flipped at Harry for his actions resulting in a newspaper headline. Now I was going to get a taste of my own medicine. 

"Alice Owens has really done it this time." Elenore grumbled, rubbing my back soothingly. "I never did like that woman." 

"Me either." I sniffed. It was a horrible thing to say about your own mother, but desperate times called for desperate measures and quite frankly I didn't give a shit right now. "What the hell do I do, Ele? Get an agent or something?"

"You're not that famous, Marn." She smirked, waving toys in Nola's face in an attempt to calm her down. "Do you think Harry knows yet? Where is he now anyway?"

"Amsterdam." I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "And I have no idea. I haven't heard from him so I guess not."

"Right, you better phone him. I'll handle the baby." She pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and ushered me into my bedroom with a serious look etched on her face. The minute I was alone with the door closed, I started howling again.

I had never been this upset by anything my parents had done before. Even when they'd cut ties with me I hadn't ended up so distraught. Perhaps it was a combination of the fact that my fifteen month old daughter was also the victim of their actions and the fact that Harry was going to suffer for it too. I tapped Harry's contact on my phone and pressed it against my ear as the tears fell down my face in a steady stream. 

"Hello?" There were numerous animated voices in the background but he sounded tired. My misery exploded the minute I heard his voice and I struggled to speak through the sobs. 

"Oh, Harry." Was all I managed, backing up against my door and sliding down it until I was sat on the floor. How was I supposed to explain to him that my own mother had used myself and our daughter for profit? I heard the voices in the background of the call fade out and thudding footsteps. His breathing was laboured as if he were running. 

"What's happened?" He asked hoarsely. "Is Nola ok?" 

"I went to see my parents yesterday," I cried. "I wanted them to know their granddaughter. I just wanted them to show an interest and be proud of me, Harry."

"I've told you before," Harry sighed, getting the entirely wrong idea. "They aren't worth it. You're better off without them."

"No, you don't understand." I whined. "My mother got me to confess that you were the father and she took a photo of us, Harry. She took a photo of Nola and I." 

"I don't understand?" His voice was strained. 

"Have you checked the internet today?" I asked him. "She sold our story to the paper. Nola and I have a double page spread." 

"Shit." He breathed. I imagined he would be running his hands through his hair, the way he did when he was worried or anxious. My sobs intensified again. 

"I'm so sorry." I wailed. "My own mother screwed us over. I really am sorry, Harry." 

"Marnie, calm down." He instructed. His voice was ridiculously calm for someone whose daughter had just been exposed to the press by her own grandmother. 

"But Harry, she betrayed me." I sniffled, swiping at my eyes frantically with the back of my free hand. It seemed somewhat surreal that I was bawling my eyes out down the phone to Harry Styles of One Direction while he was on tour in Amsterdam.  

"I know, Marnie, I know. And I am so sorry." He said gently. "She's a bitch, but you already knew that. It's going to be ok, I promise."

"I don't know what to do." I said pathetically. "My own mother, Harry."

"I'm coming to see you." He said suddenly, his tone fierce. "A flight from here would only take me an hour. If I leave now I could be with you within two hours."

My jaw dropped as I struggled to piece together what he was saying."No, you can't do that, Harry."

"Why not?" He sounded amused.

"Don't you think it would look slightly suspicious if you missed your concert after the newspaper article was released? It would just confirm everything." I groaned. "Besides, you can't let them perform without you, it wouldn't be right."

"Well I'll come straight afterwards then." He said it as if it were so simple.

"But it'll be so late." I said in a small, but hopeful voice.

"So? I don't mind if you don't." My heart fluttered.

"No, I don't mind." Was Harry really willing to do this just for us?

"Besides, it won't be that late. I get off stage about nine-thirty/ten, the flight's an hour, not to mention Amsterdam are an hour ahead. I could probably be with you about midnight, one am latest." I guess it didn't sound as daft as I'd originally thought. 

"I'll leave the key under my doormat. We'll all be in bed by then." My sobs had subsided into small sniffles, but my head was throbbing from the drama of it all.

"I would hope you are! You've had a huge day. How's Nola though? I suppose she has no idea as per usual." He chuckled lightly.

"She started crying as soon as I did." I sighed. "It broke my heart."  

"I wish I was there already." He said sadly. "God, I really cannot believe your mother has done this to you both, Marnie. What a cow, seriously."

"Seriously." I sighed. "Alice Owens is one hard bitch." 

"I bet she doesn't lose many cases." He noted thoughtfully, remembering her career.

"No, she doesn't. Heaven forbid if my parents ever got divorced. It would be World War Three." I smirked. Neither of us spoke for a moment, instead we just listened to one another's breathing. "Are you really going to come?" I asked eventually.

"Of course." Harry replied. "But now I've got to get my arse back in the dressing room so that I can be beautified for the stage." I felt a grin stretch across my face.

"I'll see you later then, Harry." I chuckled. 

"I'll see you when I'm looking at you." He replied and ended the call. 

I pulled myself up from the ground and took a deep breath before opening the door and exiting my room. Elenore looked up from wiping Nola's face and raised her eyebrows quizzically.  

"It's ok," I announced. "Harry's coming to the rescue."