The Time Traveler

Chapter 18: Get out.

I couldn’t take it. A thousand things were running through my mind. I could literally feel my anxieties crawling their way up my spine. What were they possibly talking about? It had been over an hour.  I can understand how this whole drama was out of the usual, and it only happened in soap operas or a Taylor Swift single or a fanfiction or something, but it seemed like something to discuss for 15 minutes and that would be it. Right now I didn’t care when Harry was getting back, but the thought of Harry and Niall just talking about the whole situation for over an hour made me anxious. I decided to look out into the hall. It was useless and ineffective. They were a floor above me.

Before placing myself back inside the hotel suite, I saw Paul standing in the hall talking to Liam. If Paul was down here, then where were Harry and Niall. Oh dear.

Once I saw Paul was done talking to Liam, I decided to talk to him before he returned back to his busy schedule that this whole thing probably already interrupted.

“Paul?” I called his name.

“Rose.” He smiled at me, looking sympathetic.

“How are they?” I said, rocking back on my heels, as I was nervous.

“They made up. I personally think it’s a bit funny. You’re a pretty girl, but I didn’t know any girl could ever come in between those lads.

“That’s what I was saying.” I sighed in relief.

“They went out for lunch. Liam was just telling me there’s lunch in the lobby. You can go down and get some if you’d like.”

“Oh, thanks.” I smiled, even though I wasn’t very hungry. I was still full from the Belgian waffle.

“Alright, well I have to go.”

“Oh right. I guess I’ll see you later.” I stepped back awkwardly. He nodded at me and I turned around. I headed back to the room.

It was almost another hour until Harry and Niall returned back to the hotel. I knew this because I heard the screaming girls outside the hotel even from the floor that we were at. They must have attracted attention and were followed. Not soon after I watched the hotel staff tell everyone to leave, I heard the door open.

“Harry.” I turned around and shut the curtain of the window.

“Um, hi.” He gave me a half smile.

“I’m sorry this had to-”

“No, it’s all good.” He said.

I noticed his attitude towards me had changed. Almost completely. What was up?

“Well how are you and Niall?”

“Best of friends.”

Short answers. Hmm.

He came closer to me. And put an arm in front of me, supporting himself on the wall. I hugged him. He didn’t really hug back, he just ran his hand down my back.

Alright. He needed to cut the crap. What was up with this day???

“Something’s up.” I pointed out.

“Nothing.”

“Yes, Harry. You seem disappointed, still.”

“I’m not.” He snapped back.

“Yes, you are. I thought you and Niall were friends again.”

“We are.”

“Well then! What’s the problem? Me??” I scoffed. He stared out the window, watching his fans trying to get into the hotel.

“Yes.” He had his hands in his pocket, and he gave a little shrug. Harry didn’t even bother to look me in the eye.

I was the reason.

Hold up.

Stop the tape and rewind.

Back it up.

How was I the reason? What did I possibly do?

“My life is just kind of screwed up right now, and I wish it would just go back to normal. Or at least something not out of wack and supernatural.” He said.

Excuse me, Harry?

"Me?" I scoffed. "You're telling me it's my fault that your life is so screwed up?"

"You're the one who started this entire thing, Rose. And because of you Niall and I were about to beat the shit out of each other not too long ago."

"I can't help the kid had a crush on me, and you like me too! That’s why you asked me to be your girlfriend. Remember?"

"You invaded our lives, Rose."

"Excuse me? I saved your life, Harry!!! I'm sorry, I should have just let you die and carried on with just saving my cousin."

"Well, you know what? You did. You saved my life, but no one asked you to mess it up again."

My eyes stung with tears. Wow. I thought we had something special. I thought he liked me. This past week has been short, but oh, did I fall for him. I fell hard and fast as they say it. Even though he was currently complaining I saved his life, I don't regret it one bit. But now that he's saying I'm the one who screwed up his life these past couple of days, I'm starting to think things over again. I was done. I was already starting to get emotionally hurt on this carpet where I stood, so I decided to shut myself out from the problem before I got in too deep.

"I'm leaving." I said.

"What?"

"I'm done. I'm done torturing your lives and tearing your friendships apart, Harry. I'm going back to Seattle."

"Rose-" He turned to me. He stopped looking out the window and put all of his attention on me.

"Get out."

"You can't just-"

"This is both of our room, and I'm telling you to get out so I can change and pack up my things."

"Rose, we can-"

"The faster you get out of this room, the faster I get out of your life." I didn't make eye contact with him. I turned my head, and the next thing I heard was footsteps, and a door shut. And at the moment I gave in. My emotions let out and I was sobbing. I sobbed as silently as I could but at the same time I was throwing my things into my suitcases. I packed everything. I slipped on my shoes and jacket and I was out the door. I said goodbye to no one. I didn't wave or smile at anyone I passed in the hall. I wiped the last of my tears in the elevator and ran out of the hotel.

I called a cab. I went to the LAX. I fought my tears back, and said nothing to anyone even though the lady who checked through my bags at security asked what was wrong. I waited for 2 hours. There was a flight that was going to departure just as I arrived to the airport, but the only seats left were first class.

Unfortunately my parents wouldn't be too happy if they found out I spent $450 for a plane ticket back home on the credit card I took.