Always

Chapter 75

"It was nothing, Harry I swear" I say satnding up off the bed, as Harry takes a few steps closer to me.

"Did you have sex with him?" He asks with a strait face, my blood boils from how angry Harry makes me.

"What, no Harry I thought we were passed this!" I yell.

"We just made-out in his room." I say angry at what he said moments ago.

"We wern't together, you said all those things to me and I needed a distraction." I defend myself as Harry stands their still, motionless.

"I can't belive you! Right after I say everything, you bolt onto the next guy. I didn't see this coming, I wouldn't expect you too run off to the next guy, let alone a stranger. Also you hook up with him in his room.'' Ouch.

I stay their silent as Harry barges out the door furious at me, I sit in the bed with my head in my hands and cry. I cry all the frustration and pain he has put me through. Why am I with him, he makes my blood boil so quickly, but has electricity running through my body in a heart beat. I never get so aggravated at someone so quickly, No one has ever made me cry so much. Dylan and I got in fights like every other couple but not to the point were I cry. But for some reason, Harrys a first for this and everything else. He's the only one I have wanted to be with when I'm furious with him, who makes my heart beat faster, and body on fire with one touch. Who makes me want to be in his arms, Who has never made me feel so wanted. I can't stay away from him and ignore the thoughts of him when he pops into my head. I wish I haven't been falling deeper and depper for Harry. I hate myself that I stayed with him last night, cause it just makes me fall harder.

I can't believe myself, how could I just go off with a random guy? It's not like me too do something like that. The only guy Iv'e ever kissed was Dylan and than Harry, and unfortanitly Rob. He was just a distraction but it still happen. I wipe my tears away and drag myself over by the mirror were I see my puffy red eyes. Harry doesn't have the right to be mad? He has done such worse things to me, but he has the right to storm out of the room? It's nothing I can change now, it's all done and set in stone.

Harry's probably gone now, probably left and went home. He left me here with my tears, while he's off all angry at me. I walk over and slide these heels on me feet, I am in no mood to be wearing these but It's this or bare foot.

I strap them on and notice Harry's bag on the ground. He left without this? So he has to come back?

I grab his bag, knowing he will just leave it here and not care. Why should he just leave it here and not at least get it back? I grab his letter from his grandma and place it in my side bag. He will want to read this, one day. It might take him some time but he will.

I stand up from his bed and head out the door, shutting the lights off and closing the door.

Inside of me deep down, I knew that night with Harry wouldn't last so long. I didn't want to tell him, I didn't want us to be fighting...again. This always happen, someone says or does something and we end up like this again, both hurt and not wanting to speak. I am hurt that he's mad, he really doesn't have the right for it. It was after it all happen, and we weren't together. Even if you would call us dating before, but whatever that was its over. I am brought out of my thoughts as the elevator opens, I walk in the enclosed area. Staring around at the walls I hadn't realized how elegant it is, I must have been to focused on Harry to realize. That's what everything has been for me latley, been do drawn out on everyday life from thinking too much about him. I don't notice many things before, my mind is trapped and cursed to all I can think and dream about is him.

As I walk through the double doors to exit the hotel the lady at the front desk from yesterday interrupts me.

"Emily?'' She asks me as she she tears fall down my face. I turn around and far her behind the desk, wiping my tears.

"Would you like a tissue? I know I'm a stanger practically but do you want to talk about it. I know I'm just a teenager working at a hotel and probably sounding like a creep. Harry checked out of the room and stormed out mad about something an I'm guessing you had something to do about it." She explains this to me. Who is she? Normaly a lady behind a desk like this wouldn't want to talk to me, let alone about a realation ship.

He hands me a tissue and I pat it under my eyes

"Thanks, but Sorry I would but I need to go." I say and thank her before running out the door, the rain hits me and I start getting wet.

"What's your name?" The vallet worker asks me.

"Emily...Emily Adams." I say as he scrambles through his damp papers. We back up under the tent before you walk inside.

I don't notice as the mid twenty year old almost throws my keys in my face.

"Thanks." I say in a mid whisper before I tip him a few dollars.

I get into my car and rush turning the heat on from the cold air outside. I drive off, back home. I don't notice what I'm doing until a few cars behind me start honking. I spin the stearing weel making my self get back into the center of the road. I was too lost in my thoughts to realise I was about to get into an accident. I haven't been realizing alot ever since Harry has come into my life. He takes up all my thoughts and everything I do.

I park my car and run inside, its a light mist. The pouring rain must have stoped on the way back and I hadn't realized.

"Hey Emily!" Julia says as I walk up the stairs she stops, wanting to get into a conversation I really don't have the energy for. Shouldn't she be at classes?

"Hey." I say wraping my arms around my self trying to keep warm.

"Are you going to practice, or are you still sick?" She asks raking her eyes on my outfit and realizing I wasn't sick.

"You wern't sick were you! You were out parting!" She says and I can tell she couldn't care less, she laugh and I force myself to join her.

"Yeah, don't tell coach. I had a family thing." I lie, again.

"Okay, I get it. Well see you tonight." She says and heads the concrete stairs before saying good-bye.

I head up the steps to the dorm, Ashley isn't back. I wish she was here, so I would have someone to talk to and keep my mind away from thought about Harry. Than I'm also glad I can just be here alone and watch t.v or something.

Harry's bag drops next to my bed, I leave it their, not wanting to just throw it around. I will have Ashley give it to him or something. Its not like we will be talking soon. I un-zip the uncomfterable dress and set Ashley's heals inside her closet with the rest of shoes she has. I slide on my fluffy pajama pants that have little soccer balls on them. I pull over an old tournament hooded sweatshirt I got. My feet get cold from the freezing floor. I grab a pair of green socks with frogs on them that I got for Easter a few years ago. I grab my favorite book from my dresser and lay on my bed and get lost in the book.

I get far ahead in the book, until I am brought out if my thoughts with Ashley walking in through the door.

"Their you are!" I exclaim happy to see her. A smile flashes across her face as she sees me on my bed.

"How was Harry's? I wouldn't expect you to be back so soon." She says sitting on her bed kicking her black combat boots on the floor. She pushes her long hair out of her face and looks up at me.

"What happen?" She asks noticing how I haven't responded and my facile expression.

"I told him about Rob, and he flipped out." I respond and her face falls.

"He will come around, and he really doesn't have a right to be mad over something like this. He was with another girl when you guys were together in front of you, like weeks ago. Than says bitchy things to you and than you just make out with someone and that's it. He doesn't really have the right to be mad." She explains, angry with Harry herself.

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