I took a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of having him beside me, holding me. The only word I could think of to describe this moment; nice. Nice. I felt safe, and wanted, and happy for the first time in what seemed to feel like ages. These days I couldn’t quite remember the last time I’d been really happy, or content.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered.
I smiled while I felt my cheeks getting warmer.

He cupped my cheeks as he gently planted kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle.
We got interrupted by a buzz, coming from just a foot away from me. Ugh…
I rolled my eyes, causing him to chuckle. “You don’t have to” he said, brushing away a strand of my hair.

“What if it’s something important?” I said realizingly. I turned around to get his phone, as I curiously unlocked his phone to read the message.
The first thing I saw was Megan’s name, giving me nothing more than cold chills down my spine.

From: Megan Stone
Harry, you should think about what I said earlier. And forget about Louis, Liam and that other girl, they don’t know you like I do, and you know it. x

My jaw tensed as it felt like my mouth got as dry as sandpaper. I read the message over and over again, not quite sure on how I should react. Is this some kind of a joke? Why did she even have his number in the first place? And why was she bringing up Louis and Liam? Who’s ‘that other girl’? Is it supposed to be me?

You should think about what I said earlier, they don’t know you like I do.

“Read it out loud then” Harry said anxiously from behind, guessing he noticed something strange going on.
I rolled around to face him while I took a deep breath as I repeated everything that was written in the message, not taking my gaze away from him.

His whole face got pale while he swallowed hard. My stomach twisted even more as his whole face expression revealed that this was clearly something he didn’t expect. I can’t believe this.
Now I’m sure there’s something left unsaid between Harry and I.

“What does she mean?” I said with a deep frown.
“I- I…”
He didn’t find any words, making me even more nervous.
“Harry, please answer me” I started getting frustrated. Frustrated that he was lying to me. Frustrated that Megan was causing tension between the two of us. Frustrated that Liam and Louis has something to do with this. Frustrated that it feels like we’re falling apart.

Okay Sarah, no hasty decisions.

“Harry, speak” I almost commanded while I lifted one eyebrow.
His jaw dropped, trying to speak. But not getting out any words.
He’s being pathetic.

I decided to get dressed and leave, since he has made it clear to me that there’s nothing more to say. I quickly reached for my clothes, and as I pulled them on I heard him say my name, begging me to stop and to get back to bed. But we both knew that that’s not happening.

“Since you’ve clearly got nothing more to say…” I didn’t finish the sentence. I sat down in the chair next to his bed to get on my socks.
I glanced at him, and saw that he was struggling hard to pull up his pants as he was confused and anxious at the same time. Confused about the text, anxious about me leaving.
“Sarah, I can’t explain… I just” he said, and you could tell that he was really hurt.

I turned around with a frown.
“You can’t explain? The least I deserve is an explanation”
“Sarah” he started off. “Do you trust me?”

Do I trust him? If he’d been asking me that question a couple of weeks ago, I’d answer him right away. But now… I’m not so sure. There’s been so much going on, but do I trust him? I’m don’t feel like being that sure anymore. Of course I still do trust him, but at the same time… No, not as much as once did. But I still do.

I slowly nodded. “Yes”
“Then, please… I beg you… stay” he said as he slowly came closer. But instead of backing away, I stood on the exact same spot, not moving. Not leaving. I was staying, because… Because I trust him.
He finally pulled me into a hug as I took a deep breath, this time filled with insecurity.
That was when I realized that I really need some time and space, to think this all over. This is too much to take in.

I pulled away from him.
“Harry, I can’t… Not now” I said as I almost ran out of the living-room, hearing him shouting my name after me, as he made an attempt to run after me. Although I think he gave up as soon as I ran out of his doorway.

I quickly pulled up my phone out of my pocket as I continued running with a clump in my stomach. I quickly typed in Bella’s number, but she wasn’t picking up. I decided to leave a message, in case of. “Bella, it’s me, I really need you right now. Please call me back as soon as you get this”

***

“I got here as soon as I got your message” she said as I opened the door. I was going to smile, but then I realized that it wasn’t even worth trying.

She got in and started taking off her outer garments.
“Sarah, how are you? Is everything okay?” she asked while she hung up her jacket, and then she looked at me.
“I’ve been feeling better…” I said, my gaze stuck on the floor.
She pulled me into a tight hug, as she quietly said, “I bumped into Harry, and he seemed like being in some sort of a rush”
I swallowed hard.
“Did you talk to him?”
She made a pause, long enough for me to get nervous.
“Yeah”
“Well, what did he say?” I asked her quickly.
“He told me that he was looking for Megan” she replied.
I pulled her away, feeling dizy.
Why is all this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this?