Harry’s P.O.V

*Two days later*

“Harry darling,” my mum knocked and slipped past the door and into my room. I kept my head buried into my pillow, not wanting her to see my face. It had been two days. Two effing days without Isabelle. After she’d left, I’d completely isolated myself from my family, keeping myself locked inside my room. I know that I shouldn’t have ever been acting like this with a girl that I’d known for less than a month, but I loved her. I knew that it seemed like we were moving fast, but can you really ever control your emotions?

“Harry,” my mum tried again, and set a tray down on my bedside table. I guessed that it was a bowl of soup and some water. That was mainly what she’d been feeding me in my depressed period. "Harry, sweetheart, you have to get up.”

“No,” I groaned, and I pulled the covers of my bed higher, concealing my face. “Yes,” my mum said sternly, reaching over and trying to tug them back down. She sat on my bed as we wrestled over the duvet.

“You can’t let this get you so down,” my mum pleaded, finally managing to wrench the blankets off of me. She put a hand on my bare back; I was only wearing sweatpants, as I hadn’t even bothered changing since the day Isabelle had left.

“Mum, I don’t want to talk,” I mumbled, burying my face even deeper into my pillow. My mum clucked her tongue, “Well, I’m your mum, and I say that you do,” she said sternly again. I groaned; I hated when she got like this. I knew that when she wanted something, there was no point in trying to change her mind. I guess I knew where I’d inherited the trait.

“What can I say, mum?” my voice was raspy as I attempted speaking higher than a whisper or a murmur or a grumble. I hoisted myself up and turned around, lying flat on my back, “I screwed up, okay? And now she’s gone, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.”

“First of all,” my mum wagged her finger in my face, “Watch your language. And second of all,” she sighed and ran a hand through her straight brown hair, “Just because you screwed up doesn’t mean that she won’t give you another chance. She’s a sweet girl. And I can obviously see that she adores you.”

“Really?” I asked dryly, not believing that shit for a second, “Then why did she leave?” My mum scoffed and pushed some of my fringe away from my forehead, “Dear, you really are clueless when it comes to women, aren’t you? It’s very clear that she needed space.”

“It’s been two fu—freaking days mum. How much space does she need?” I stared up at my ceiling, not wanting to meet my mum’s eyes. She had a way of making it look like she was staring deep inside you and reading your innermost thoughts.

“She was just shocked, Harry, that’s all. Plus, I think that she’ll need much more space than the average girl, seeing as she was so in love with you,” my mum chuckled lightly, and I finally grew the balls to look at her.

“But the real question is…” she trailed off and looked at me, “Do you really love her?”

“Would I be in this state if I didn’t?” I answered coolly, just wanting to end this conversation and go back to being miserable. My mum chuckled again, “I suppose you’re right, my dear. Why did you tell Gemma otherwise, though?”

“Because I was pissed off mum,” I rolled my eyes and propped myself up onto my elbows, “Gemma always has to pry her nose into everything, especially when it comes to my relationships. I just didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing anything that she shouldn’t know.”

My mum sighed and pushed some hair out of my eyes, “Harry, just because your sister is nosy doesn’t mean that you should lie to her about things. She had the best intentions at heart, and I know that you know that. But look at what happened, all because you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she helped you.”

“Yeah,” I said sarcastically, “Getting someone’s girlfriend drunk just so they can prove a point is very helpful.” My mum sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing her temple lightly, “Harry, you know what I mean.”

“But mum,” I protested, sounding like a child, “Because of her, Isabelle broke up with me.”

My mum shook her head, “No Harry. Firstly, it wasn’t Gemma’s fault. You’re the one who said that you didn’t love her, meanwhile you did. Second of all, did Isabelle say that your relationship was over?”

“Well,” I paused, thinking about it for a second, “No, not exactly. She just left.” My mum nodded earnestly, “Exactly. Don’t give up on her just yet.”

“Mum,” I groaned, “Do we really have to have this conversation? It is so uncomfortable.” I made a move to turn back around but she stopped me before I had the chance to. “No Harry,” she ordered, making me face her again, “We’re going to talk about this, whether you like it or not. I don’t want to see you like this, and I’m very sure that Isabelle is feeling the exact same way, if not, worse.”

“Great,” I muttered, “I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

My mum smiled sweetly, “No darling. I’m sure you are a wonderful boyfriend. You just have a bit of a temper, that’s all.” I slumped back down on my bed and fisted the covers in my hands, “I messed up mum. I don’t know what to do.”

“How about you call her?” my mum suggested gently. I looked over at her, and I must’ve looked genuinely surprised, because she laughed, “Harry, please don’t tell me that it had never crossed your mind.”

“Sadly, no,” I said sheepishly, ruffling my hair and cracking the first smile in what seemed like a million years. My mum gazed at me dreamily, “You are such an amazing lad, baby. I know that you care about her. So just call her. See what happens, okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, my throat clogging up slightly, “Yeah, sure mum. Thanks.” She smiled again and stood, dusting off her pants and pointing at me, “Now, eat your soup. I can’t have you dying of starvation.” I chuckled and reached for the tray, tugging it onto my lap. I picked up the spoon and scooped up some broth,

“Happy?” I asked, flashing a smile and pretending that I was in great pain whilst doing so. My mum chuckled, “Very. I’ll see you later.”

With that, she exited my room.

I quickly swallowed spoonful after spoonful of my soup, my mum’s words ringing in my ears. Why hadn’t I thought about calling Isabelle sooner? God, I really was clueless.

As soon as I finished the bowl I shoved the tray away from me and reached for my phone.

When I touched it, it tingled in my hands, almost as if it could sense what I was about to do. I quickly unlocked it and typed in Isabelle’s number. Before I dialled, I took one last look at my phone screen. What if she hated me? I could just imagine all of the worst scenarios, flashing through my mind.

For God’s sake, Harry, just dial the effing number.

And so I did.

Isabelle’s P.O.V

I was sitting on the couch, digging my hand through a bowl of buttery popcorn, still feeling like crap. Even after the amazing day Kate and I had spent together at the mall, I’d gone home and cried myself to sleep. The day after was the same, minus the mall part. I’d just stayed at home, watching hopeless romantic movies, and knowing that life was so different from the films. Because in life, you don’t get your happily ever after.

So here I was now, hopelessly stuffing my face with fatty foods, just wanting to disappear off of the face of the earth. Why was I such a wreck? I mean, honestly, I’d only known Harry for a few weeks. Well, it was four now, to be exact. New Year’s Eve was tomorrow night, and I was feeling so alone, even though my sister was basically tending to my every need.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I wiped my buttery fingers on my robe and reached for my phone without hesitation. When I looked at the caller ID, I saw that it was Harry, and I almost dropped the tiny device. “Kate!” I screamed, and she came running. “What?” she asked breathlessly, “What’s wrong?”

“Answer my phone!” I hissed, holding it out to her. She looked confused, “What? Why?”

“It’s Harry!” I whispered hurriedly, even though I hadn’t even answered the phone yet. I pushed the phone out to her, “Please just answer it!”

“No way!” she said, making a ‘Stop’ motion with her hand. I resorted to pleading. I couldn’t talk to Harry. I had a feeling that if I heard his beautiful voice I’d break down and cry. “Please Kate,” I begged. She rolled her eyes and she took the phone gingerly and pressed the ‘Talk’ button. “Um, hello?”

I could hear a bit of low murmuring coming from the other line of the phone. I almost pleaded for my phone back, just so that I could hear his voice. God, it had only been two days, and I already missed him like crazy. Kate bit her lip nervously, “Um, hi Harry. It’s Kate.” She listened intently for a second, and then covered the phone with one of her hands, holding it away from her, “He wants to know where you are,” she breathed, “What do I say?”

“Say I’m showering,” I answered back, just as quiet. She nodded and then brought my cell phone back to her ear, “Um, Isabelle’s in the shower right now. She’ll get back to you later.”

She paused again as my boyfriend spoke, and then nodded, “Oh, um, okay. Okay, bye.”

Quickly she hung up.

“What?” I asked loudly, “What did he say?”

“Um,” Kate chewed on her lip, “He said that you didn’t need to call him back. He’d call again tomorrow.” I put my face in my hands, “Kate, what am I going to do? I can’t use the shower excuse for forever.”

“Shh,” Kate consoled my and came to sit next to me, “Shh, Belle, it’s okay. Why are you so afraid?” I looked up at her, tears brimming in my eyes. Lately I’d been very emotional, if you couldn’t tell. “It’s awkward Kate,” I said, my voice wobbly, “I basically ran away from him. I can’t talk to him. I don’t even know if he loves me or not.”

“This is what it’s about?” Kate asked gently, and I nodded. “I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed, blinking and feeling a tear slip down my cheek, “I don’t want to be rejected. I want to know if he really loves me. I just…I can’t deal with it. Not after—after what happened with Cameron.”

At the sound of my ex-boyfriend’s name, Kate’s eyes hardened, and she nodded. We sat there, in silence, for a few moments, before Kate spoke up. “I think I may have an idea,” she said quietly. I looked up at her, feeling vulnerable, and she took the look in my eyes as a sign to continue.

“Well,” she began, “What if I could prove to you that Harry loves you? Because I see that he does.”

“It doesn’t look like it,” I replied miserably, reaching into the popcorn bowl and grabbing another handful of the buttery goodness, forcing it into my mouth. I chewed loudly, tears slipping down my cheeks regularly now. Kate turned my head to make me face her, “You really are blind, aren’t you?” she scoffed, and I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly added, “Just hear me out. What would you say if I told you that I knew a way that would make Harry come clean about his feelings for you?”

“I’d say you’re a genius,” I mumbled hollowly. Kate smiled, “Well then call me a genius, because I know a way to find out. I’m just warning you, it’s going to involve a lot of fake-tears and acting. Are you up for it?”

“Our whole relationship was based on falseness and acting,” I muttered, shoving more popcorn into my mouth. Kate laughed, “Yes, but this is the real deal. Trust me.”

Notes

Ooh, what's Kate's plan? I'm sorry about this, but I won't be able to update until Friday or Saturday! I have so many projects and tests this week, it's absolutely insane! I'm leaving you lovelies with a double update! But thank you guys so much for everything! Please keep on voting, commenting and subscribing! I love hearing your feedback, it makes my day!

That awkward moment when you text someone 'Hey' and have no idea what to say after that...

It's happened to everyone ;)

By the way, the correct answer to the question is 'None of the above'! I am not 13, 15, or 17! I'll just keep you guys guessing, mwahahahaha! Bye babes, I'll try and update soon!