After the breakfast, I made my way back home and sat on the sofa with Hayden. I needed her now more than ever. I was so confused and stressed, I had no idea what to do. Anne told me one thing and Harry told me something completely different. And it could all be a sick joke or an attempt to chase me away from Harry but what if it wasn't? What if he was lying again? It's not unusual for him to do so, and we all know it.

"Hay, what should I do?" I asked as I noticed her worried expression. Her blonde hair was cascading down her back and her blue eyes were glued to the wall in front of us as she nervously bit her lip, her hands crossed in her lap.

"I don't know, Broke." she replied and I blew out a breath I wasn't even aware I was holding "It's the first time I truly don't know. But one thing is for sure." she pointed her finger towards my phone "You need to call him and you need to talk some things out because this is turning into a fucked up thriller movie, and I'm quite sick of it to be honest." she added.

And she was right, there were some things I had to sort out with him. A lot of things were left unsaid and we can't go on like that. I grabbed my phone off the table and looked at Hayden. She nodded and I dialed his number, sighing. He picked up after the third ring.

"Broke?" he sounded quite sore.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked and there was a silence on the other side.

"Yeah, I guess I just sound a little spent, don't I?" he chuckled and I smiled.

"Maybe a little." I said and he laughed warmly.

"I believe there was something you needed?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Uhm, yes. Actually, could you perhaps come over? I'd like to talk. In private." I said and there was another silent moment.

"I'll come." he said suddenly "Now?"

"Now."

****

Hayden left to take a walk, leaving me alone to wait for Harry. A sharp knock echoed through my flat. I went to open the door and let the visitor in.

"Harry." I smiled and he nodded letting himself in as he did. He shrugged off his coat and I took it, hanging it over the nearest chair. He sat down and I sat next to him. He turned his body towards mine and pulled his knee up on my sofa. I smiled and he smiled back, the air around us was heavy and I felt as my lungs are going to give up on me when he shifted closer and started tracing my upper arm with his long cold digits.

"What is it, sweet heart?" he asked, not even looking at me, fully focused on the pattern he was tracing. I sighed heavily and he looked up, his hand now caressing my cheek. I placed mine on top of his and grabbed it, taking it off of my face.

"Don't." I shook my head and put his hand on his own leg and he frowned. We stayed silent for a long time after that.

"What?" he snapped, widening his hands ,"What, Broke? What do you want from me?"

"What do I want from you?" I laughed a sarcastic laugh, "I want the god damn truth for once in your fucking life, you life ruining idiot!" I screamed at him and he stood up.

"What do you expect me to say? That I slept with her?" there was a dramatic pause, we just stared into each other's eyes. His were intense green, like I've never seen them before, and then they were becoming a shade of grey.

"Is that what you want me to say?" I stayed quiet as he paced around the flat. He stopped after a while and leaned against the wall, his hand next to his head and his back turned towards me.

"I'll say it if you want to." he whispered, "I'll do anything you want to, just please...make it stop." his voice was a broken plea and I was taken aback by the sincerity of his tone. He came back to sit on the sofa, his body almost tired. I'd noticed his voice was sore today and I wondered what that was all about, but I shouldn't change the subject. Not now.

"Tell me the truth. Promise me you'll tell me the truth." I demanded, finally feeling confident about something in my life. I looked at him and he looked at me, his gaze intense.

"You enjoy hurting me, don't you?" he let out a small laugh looking in front of himself. "You love to make me miserable. You except the fact you can ruin me so effortlessly." his gaze was directed forwards and I shifted at his words.

"W-what are you talking about?" I cried out and he turned towards me.

"You really believe I would do something like that? After the most intimate night of our lives, you believe I would throw it all away like that? Sleeping with Anne seems to be my style, right, Broke? That is what you believe?" he was yelling by this point and tears were spilling from my eyes. I felt guilty.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" he stated calmly closing his eyes, "To have me bend and break, to manipulate me and have me do anything you want me to do. To know I can't walk out on this, on us. To know I'm in for life. It feels good to torture me, does it not? Funny. I can't say the same thing."

I slapped him. This was the first time I've ever done that since we've known each other, but he didn't seem to be surprised by it. His face stiffened but he didn't look at me. He touched the side of his face and looked down.

"Don't you dare, Harry..." I said out loud, "...to take me down that road. We were in this together from the first day. I hurt you, you hurt me. That's what we do. That's how we roll. Give me one, just one good reason to trust you."

He stayed silent, not saying a word after this, just staring at me and scanning me with his eyes. He was deep in thought and I didn't plan on interrupting him anytime soon.

"I didn't sleep with her." he said and I bit my lip, "I was with Louis that night. Unless I'm more fucked up than you originally think I am, I can't be on two places at the same time."

I was intrigued by the new information I received and I looked down.

"Is there something else you're holding against me? Do I have more explaining to do?" he stood up and I shook my head.

"You can leave for all I care." I whispered wiping my eyes. He nodded and left for the door. I expected to hear a loud thump indicating that he had left but I never heard one.

"I believe I once said this..." he started, his back facing me once again, his hand resting at the top of my front doors, "...but if you don't tell me what it is, I can't fix it."

"Do you think you can fix this?" I asked and he inhaled slowly.

"Yes." he whispered, "Yes, if you want me to. And please say you do, gorgeous. Please say you do."

And with that he left. Probably because I never said anything.

"HARRY!"

Notes

Here's the new chapter, loved ones! Hope you like it.

Lots of Love, H. <3