*** Harrys pov ***

I slammed the door as I then locked it. I kicked the cabinet next to me out of anger, as it tipped over. I walked over to the mirror placed over the sink. I was furious.
I washed all of the blood that had been dried on my face for a long time.

I can’t believe she did this to me! I thought she had feelings for me, but I guess I was wrong. All of these feelings that I’ve confessed and all of the things I’ve told her… I doubt she feels the same way about me. Not even half of it.

I heard knocking on the door.
“Darling, are you okay?” I heard my mother’s voice.
“Yeah” I answered, but my voice broke off in the middle.
“Harry, I know you better than this. Please open the door”
I couldn’t let my mother see me like this. I didn’t want to risk me telling the whole story as her getting upset. She knew about Sarah, but I don’t want her to find out what happened yet. And absolutely not about me getting into just another fight.

“I’m just a bit mad, that’s it” I said, trying somehow to sound brave. Which I wish I was. Brave.
“Mad at what, hun?” she asked with love in her voice. I didn’t answer.

My mother has always been so caring, though I’ve not been the best child in the world. I always got into fights when I was younger. Actually, it wasn’t until I started my last year at high school that I chose to avoid that stuff as best as I could.

“You know I’m always here for you if you need to talk, love” she sounded a bit hurt. I could tell that she was trying her best to not make a big deal out of it.

Maybe I should call her? I do really miss her voice. And I’m also in need of an explanation. But at the same time, I really feel like I want to stay away from her for a while, even though it’s hard. But I know it’s the best for me.

My mom’s right. I need someone to talk to.

I looked at myself in the mirror once more. The area around my left eye was in a whole other color and shade, and it was sore. My nose was hurting as well, but it’s not broke. I had a few scars, but they were nothing to worry about.

I picked out my phone out of my pocket and scrolled down my contacts. I clicked on the person I was searching for, as I then clicked “call”.



“Hi mate” he said as he opened his front door while he stepped aside to let me in. I answered him as I then walked in and took off my shoes. I noticed that all of the boys were sitting in the living room, each of them with their own beer. I took a seat next to Zayn, while all of them said hi and I answered them as well.

“Are you okay?” Louis asked as he handed me a beer. All their gazes were stuck on me, waiting for my answer.

“Yeah, of course” I lied. My whole face was hurting,

“Well, what happened?” he continued to ask.

“I don’t know mate. I’ve just developed so many feelings for her in the last couple of days, and this whole incident just turned… this whole thing upside down! I don’t know what to do, or what to say. I really want to talk to her, to ask her about what actually happened, at the same time as I feel like I really need my space to think. I mean, this is kind of my first relationship, and it’s going to end because she cheated on me. Or, I don’t know. She perhaps cheated on him, with me, without me even knowing of it…”
Wow, a lot of information in such a short period of time.

“Harry, are you a hundred percent sure she was actually cheating on you? Wasn’t it just a misunderstanding or something? Because I can’t think of Sarah doing something like that towards you” Zayn confessed.

“Of course I’m sure!” I said. I was going to continue, but then… am I? I mean she was shouting stuff like “we’re over” just like that they were in a relationship, but in a big fight. But at the same time-

“Liam told me everything. He actually talked with Sarah after the… um… incident” Niall said as he broke of my thoughts. He did?
I felt a lump in my stomach.
“Really? Well, what did she say?” I asked while looking at Liam, trying to make my curiosity unobvious. To be honest, I think I failed big time.

“Harry…” Liam started off, a bit nervous. “She really, really likes you. She told me the whole story, and I think you should take your time and listen. You guys are made for each other, we all can tell. Please give her a chance” he said as the others agreed.

It didn’t take long until I actually realized that I’ve judged that whole situation a bit too hastily.

After a few moments of silence I asked him about the story. I want to know.
“Harry, I think you should go and talk to her and find out for yourself” he said calmly, trying to make me understand
Okay, now I’m really getting frustrated. Why won’t he tell me already??

But then again, these are my friends, and as far as I know, a friend always tells what the best is for the other friend.

Fuck this whole I-need-time-to-think-thing. The only thing that I need is to talk to her. I need to know.

Notes

Reminder; I'm going abroad tomorrow! But there's going to be ONE LAST update before I leave tomorrow, okay?
And I promise you that I'm going to write as much as I can during the vacation, so there's going to be a lot of updates when I arrive back home.
Or perhaps I'll update from there. We'll see!