Everything was happening too fast for me to keep up. Harry was gone again and this time it was completely my fault. It was my insecurities and my personal wars that chased him off. I guess a part of me just thought he would be there forever, to pick me up when I fall down and convince me that I was on the right road and we could make it.

But he lost it.

And I lost it.

Nothing was the way I planned it to be and now it was too complicated. Harry slept with Anne Hart and that was something that couldn't be fixed. On my drive back I wondered how reckless and foolish Harry had to be to do that. It was almost as if I couldn't believe he would do that. It wasn't Harry - like to push himself into a mess he couldn't get himself out of. Something wasn't right.

As I told everything to Hayden, she agreed with me. Something was definitely not right with Anne's story. But I've seen fear and sadness in Harry's eyes when he looked at me, it was almost as if he had confirmed it. But there was no guilt and no shame. That was the strange thing. Hayden and me sat in silence for a long time.

"Are you sure he did it? Did you talk to him about it?" she asked me and I frowned. How was I supposed to have this discussion with him? Was I supposed to call him and ask if he had sex with the biggest gossip girl in London? Sure, he would tell me, sure he would.

"No, I didn't really have the chance nor the courage to. I just basically ran out when I found out." I took a sip from my cup and Hayden did the same, eyeing me from the sofa.

"He said something yesterday, though. Something we might as well call intriguing." I exclaimed, making Hayden focus her gaze on mine. She nodded for me to continue.

"He said that he maybe wouldn't be my personal punching bag forever and would walk away on misery." I stared at the wall in front of me and Hayden gasped.

"He said that? He really did?" she frowned and I nodded.

"Yup, he did." I sighed and dropped my cup on the coffee table in front of me.

"Look, Hay. I'm too tired to deal with this right now. I'm going to bed and we'll figure this out tomorrow. I have to see him anyway." she nodded and wished me good night. When in my room, I fell to the bed and closed my tired eyes.

And I slept.

*******

Tomorrow morning I was up very early due to the fact I had to meet my father for breakfast. He said it was important for me to join him as we negotiated with important sponsors, one of them being Simon Cowell and his silly band of five.

I was at the restaurant early, I suppose, because when I entered almost nobody was there.

Nobody but him.

I spotted him right away. He was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans and his hair was pushed back. His eyes danced across my face, looking for anger or disappointment, but he found nothing. I felt like I had no right to show I was upset, because technically he wasn't mine. I was very upset, but I didn't let him see that. It wasn't necessary and I wasn't planning on giving him the satisfaction of doing so.

While in London, I've learned to control my emotions and plaster a smile at all times, no matter how uncomfortable I was. So I did the same. I smiled widely and he smiled back. I sat in front of him, greeting him as I did, and he greeted back. Then we both sighed heavily.

No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't treat each other as we treated others. I couldn't offer him my fake smile - he knew me too well. He couldn't offer me his calm eyes - I knew him too well. We didn't have it in us to pretend in front of each other. He looked at me, an amused smile dancing on his lips. I wonder what that's all about.

"I love your hair like that." he exclaimed suddenly and I raised my eyebrow. I curled my hair slightly for last night and it was still a little wavy.

"Thank you" I responded and smiled a wide smile.

"I love that smile as well." he complimented again and I shook my head, playfully rolling my eyes. My eyes scanned the menu in front of me when I heard him sigh.

"What did Anne tell you last night that made you run off like that?" he asked me still playfully smiling and I frowned almost instantly. It was obvious and he noticed, but I pulled myself together fast and looked at him.

"That you slept with her." his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed together.

"W-what?" he cocked his head.

"She said you slept together." I repeated and he leaned against the back of his chair.

"We didn't." he said and my gaze shoot up. We stared at each other intensively. His eyes scanned my face for some sort of reaction and at that time I was certain he was telling the truth.

But I wanted to have some fun anyway.

"I-it's fine, Harry." I stuttered, "I understand. You said you wouldn't wait on me and I understand." I lowered my head again.

"W-when did I say that?" he looked at me again. I felt his gaze on the top of my head.

"That day in my flat." I said and he shook his head, "You said you'd maybe walk out on misery."

He thought about it for a brief second.

"I did say that..." he looked down, "...but I don't think I meant it." he whispered and I looked up at him.

"Harry, what are we even doing?" I sighed as I shook my head, "Why did she tell me you slept together if you didn't? Tell me the truth. No lies this time, please. I'm so tired of lies." I closed my eyes.

I felt his hand on top of mine and I opened my eyes. He was staring back at me just as intensively.

"You have to believe me. I'd never touched her. Ever. In my life." I frowned confused.

"Then why did she tell me that?" I asked out loud even if I wanted to keep it for myself.

"She loves me. She always has and she probably always will. But, I don't really give a shit about her and she knows that. She knows she could never have me. And she also knows I love you. With all my heart." his thumb caressed my knuckles and I smiled slightly at his affective gesture.

"People love to talk, sweet heart. You can't let them get to you like that." his green eyes shined with concern, his thumb still gracing my hand. "Always remember I love only you. And you can shout it from the roof tops for all I care. I love only you."

At that point, we were interrupted by his bandmates.

Notes

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU ALL YOU LOVELY READERS WHO HAVE SUPPORTED THIS STORY SO FAR AND SORRY FOR BEING A SHITTY WRITER AND LEAVING YOU GUYS HANGING FOR THIS LONG! But, the new chapter is finally here and Harry and Broke are about to get themselves into more interesting adventures!

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