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You're Still The One

Chapter 25

Approximately 10 hours before the boys leave for tour.



“Harry, please!” I screamed, laughs pouring from my lungs.



We literally had spent most of the night running through dark, unknown streets behaving like the wild children we were. It was so strange to see full grown adults stare at us like we were fools. Since when is it frowned upon to have some clean innocent fun? People thought nothing of it when we were kids. But, now that we’re about ten years older and bigger, people look at us like we’ve completely lost it. I don’t know why it bothered me so much. It’s not like we cared too much of what other people thought.




“Harry!” I cried out as I ran down the dark path with my shoes in hand. I could hear his breathing from behind as his feet padded against the cement. His feet were recurring faster than mine and he sounded close. Too panicked to turn around to see just how close he was, I continued to race down the street until the aching muscles in my legs were tiring. Then my clumsy legs betrayed me because my body went plummeting into the concrete.



My initial reaction was to get up as quickly as possible but, Harry hardly allowed the fall to go unnoticed. His initial reaction was to laugh so hard to the extent where tears filled the brim of his eyes.



“Are you okay?” He asked still laughing. I crossed my arms and pouted until he was through laughing at me…which wasn’t for a while. I mustn’t lie his laugh was infectious considering the fact that I was laughing at myself.


“It isn’t funny,” I playfully whined.



It hurt.



“Aw, I’m sorry princess,” he said, struggling to retain a smile.



The fall started to get really painful when I noticed and felt the blood trickle down the lower half of my leg.



“Let me see.”



He crouched down on the pavement in front of me and studied the scrape.



“It’s fine,” I declared, shoving his hands away and pulling him up. Harry followed my indication and stood. His brows were furrowed and he grimaced. I didn’t want him to get all worried about me the way he does and then there goes our brilliant night together. “Can we go inside and eat?” I asked pointing to the diner not too far from where we were.



“Let me take care of that, first.”



This marked the third time he was hesitant about eating at this particular diner. He was definitely stalling but I didn’t understand why.



I quietly followed behind him till we reached a little shop that looked like it was just about to close for the night. Harry somehow managed to persuade the owner of the shop to stay open for about two more lingering minutes. Harry thanked the man after he accepted his request and we searched for bandages and something to clean my injury.




He paid for the stuff and he cleaned me up in the middle of the man’s shop. It was clear that the man had somewhere to be. Maybe he had a family to get home to, maybe he was alone and just wanted to get home, crawl into bed and sleep but Harry didn’t seem to care that he was keeping the man waiting. He just wanted to avoid going into the diner.



Once I was bandaged up, I was sure to thank the older man for his patience.



“Harry, this seriously could have waited until we got home.”



“No,” he protested. “It couldn’t wait. It could have got infected.”



I would’ve been fine but to Harry, I wouldn’t have been.



“You worry about me too much.”



His eyes locked on me, “it’s my job.”



We slowly and steadily paraded down the street in the direction of the place that I’ve been dying to eat at all night. Once we there, he held the door of the diner open for me and for a mother and her small child like a proper gentleman. She smiled wide in appreciation.



“Thank you so much,” she said, struggling to keep her small child tamed.



He nodded and smiled back.



This kind gentleman caught up to me and as we searched for a booth, I noticed that everyone was staring at me like I had an extra head poking out of my neck or something. It was weird and I didn’t like it. I shied away from the attention by fondly holding Harry as close as I could until we were sat at our own private booth and I could no longer be seen.



“What’s everyone staring at?”



Harry bit his lower lip then looked down at me.



“They’re all looking at you,” he said whilst smiling. “This is what happens when a beautiful girl enters a room.”



I fought the need to smile by rumpling my face up at his incredibly cheesy comment. My cheeks were flushed with red, I could feel it. I hated it. I believe he purposely makes me blush because he likes to see it, despite the fact that I hate the feeling.



“That’s, uh,” I searched for the right words to say. “…A cliché.”



He laughed, hanging his head in shame.



“But, it was cute,” I commented making him smile again.



“Hello, I’m Rosie. I’ll be your waitress for tonight. What can I get you?” She barely looked up from the pad and pen held in her hands and when she did look up, her eyes lit up.



“Harry!” she said excitedly.



He stood and arms wrapped around her for a brief moment then he sat back down. She seemed really friendly as she sent a warm smile my way, before glancing back at Harry.



“You’re home? I thought you were still on tour or something? Why haven’t you come to see me sooner?” She sent a light slap to his shoulder, but before he had time to answer her first few questions he was pounded with another question. “Where’s Nikki?”



Boom. Could this have been the reason that he didn’t want to come here?



Harry shut his eyes and just stopped. I moderately inched closer to the window, wishing that I hadn’t heard that name. Assuming that Rosie sensed the tension after mentioning Nikki, she apologized numerous times.



“It’s ok. Nikki and I aren’t seeing each other anymore.”



“That’s a shame. I liked Nikki.”



Am I invisible? Am I a ghost? No? I was just making sure.



I died a thousand and one painful deaths having to sit there and listen to Rosie and Harry talk about how much he and Nikki ate here and how happy they appeared to be in her eyes. I noticed Harry tried to escape from talk about the former relationship, but sweet ol’ Rosie kept pressing him to talk about it.



“Will you do us all a favor and take our orders already?! Please?!” I almost shouted. My heart thumped wildly in my chest. Anger and annoyance was present in my harsh tone. Harry and Rosie stared at me. Both were stunned by my reaction. Rosie hesitated before presenting her infamous pad and pen and scribbled mine and Harry’s order. She walked away in silence not murmuring an edge of a word to Harry and I was disappointed in myself for reacting the way I did.




“Charlie.”



He was prepared to scold me, I know it.



“I know, Harry. I’m sorry.”



My attention was given to any moving thing outside of the window; moving cars, people walking, straggling birds, literally anything. Out of my peripheral vision, Harry had slid further into the booth as well. Now, he was directly across from me staring out of the window too.



“Rosie is a close friend of my sister’s. She’s like a sister and, uh, sometimes she says things that she should probably keep to herself…” He laughed. When he realized that I was still in a trance, his laughs subsided. “Don’t be mad.”



“I’m not mad,” I said.



After a couple minutes, I missed seeing his face. His green orbs looked me back in mine as I waited for him to say something more.



“She’s a spoiled brat.”



I don’t know if he could tell, but I was confused.



“Who?” I asked.



He quickly licked his lips and gritted his teeth before furthering.



“Nikki,” he answered. “I heard what she said to you at Zayn’s. She doesn’t love me. She never did.” The last part of his explanation about Nikki never loving him looked painful for him to admit. “But I did love her. I would have done anything for her.”



I was made to feel a bit uncomfortable by that but I still listened because he looked hurt. My heart ached for him. I could hear the strain in his voice when he spoke. The things he said looked like it physically pained him to say aloud and I knew it was hard for him to talk about. His eyes glistened and he cleared his throat multiple times just to sound like he was strong enough to speak but I knew otherwise. Whatever Nikki did to him, she really fucked up and that only heightened my animosity towards her.



“About a month ago I found out something…” He stopped. I watched him tense up before me. His jaw was clenched tightly. His hands, balled into tight fists on the table-top and his eyes constricted into angry cuts. “She cheated on me.” His lips were set in a thin line, before he harshly bit down on his lower lip.



I’ve been cheated on too. The only difference is that I knew I didn’t love Sean the way Harry claims to have loved Nikki. Still, it hit me hard in the gut. It pained me so much that someone would intentionally hurt him. I just couldn’t understand. It literally blew my mind that she could be so stupid to let someone so precious and wonderful and amazing slip through her fingertips. What an idiot!



Now, I don’t have a reason to feel bad for her. She fucked up and I’m going to make sure that I fix everything that she did wrong to him.



I stood to my feet and joined him on his side of the booth. I raised his arm and cuddled into his side, letting his arm drape over me. His hands were still clenched into fists until I pried them open with my fingers and slowly rubbed circles into the back of them.



“She’s a moron,” I whispered, “That won’t ever happen again as long as I’m your girl.” I raised my head to take in his softened expression. His lips expanded into a full, genuine smile and his soft lips kissed my forehead.



Just then, Rosie came back to our table with our burgers and chips. I wanted to apologize to her right then and there but just couldn’t force the words out for some unknown reason.



My appetite had mysteriously vanished so suddenly. I was more infatuated with the actuality that Harry opened up to me and allowed me to see a side to him that I can’t say I’ve seen before. He finally found enough trust to tell me something deeply personal about him and I adored him just a bit more, even while he messily stuffed his face with a meaty burger.



There were tons of questions still burning in my inquiring mind regarding his relationship with Nikki but I didn’t want to upset him but those thoughts wouldn’t budge.



Harry piled some chips in his mouth, his fingers grasping a napkin and using it to wipe his mouth and looked as confused and baffled as ever. He’s so cute.



“Why aren’t you eating? What’s wrong?”



“Nothing,” I lied.



“Charlie,” he said monotonically.



I quickly gave in and asked him the question anyway.



“I was just wondering why you stayed with Nikki…after all she did.”



He swallowed the food in his mouth and washed it down with some Cola before locking eyes with me.



“I thought we could get passed it but I’d never quite gotten over it. Our relationship wasn’t the same after that.” He adjusted himself in the seat before finishing up, “I was too afraid to let go.”



“Afraid of what?”



“I was afraid of being alone.”

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Comments

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5/20/15

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4/29/15

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