Don't Let Me Go (Sequel to 'I don't dare')

Chapter 8 - Findin Out What

~~This is the most emotional chapter I've ever written~~

Chapter 8

“I'll go now!” I yelled from the entrance in our apartment. Harry was in the living room, going through some comments on his latest 'vine'.

“Where are you going?” he yelled back just as I was to push down the door handle. I sighed before I turned around and found him in the door frame looking at me.

“I told you, I'm going over to Jason” I shrugged. Lately I've been hanging out a lot with Jason since the wedding is in less then two weeks and Harry is always busy with something. If it isn't a interview, it's a photo shoot. If it isn't Louis calling him it's Liam. If it isn't a football game on TV, he must just make a 'vine'. It's always something and he seems to never have time for me. Which just simply sucks.

“Why are you going over to Jason?” he asked with a concerned and worried tone. How many times have I told him that he didn't need to be jealous?!

“Because he invited me over! I don't see what's so wrong with me visiting him!” I yelled at him and he took some steps forward.

“Because I don't trust that guy. He likes you – more than a friend Aubrey. No one will ever know what he wants to do with you” He said the words in a low, calm, husky voice that made me shiver. All we ever did nowadays was fight. And I'm seriously sick of it.

“Oh, you mean the things you can't do?” With that I grabbed my coat and went out through the door. But before I slammed the door behind me I heard Harry groan and then I heard a loud crash. Did he really smash something? It sounded just like he had grabbed a vase and thrown it at the floor.

But Harry...Violent?

Never before have I even seen Harry violent. Never.

I quickly skipped down the stairs, the streets and up to Jason's apartment. He greeted me with a warm hug and invited me in. Somehow it was nice to not be around Harry for a moment. Even though it seemed like he never had time for me, I could always hear him or see him. I guess that's what you have to live with when you are going to marry a superstar.

“Uhm, I just want to warn you about something” Jason said as we walked into his small, nice kitchen.

“Warn me about what?” I asked as I took a seat in one of the three chairs placed around a table that was formed like a circle.

“I have some bad news for you” he looked me straight in the eyes and this did actually make me worried. What in the world could Jason have gotten information about? Especially bad information? What could he possibly be thinking of? And since he warned me about it like this before he even made an attempt to say it, it must be bad. Oh no, it must me really bad.

“Why don't you just tell me already?” he gave me a cup of coffee before he sat down on the chair next to mine. He looked nervous for a moment and then he took a deep breath. His eyes looked very unsure; just like he was debating with himself if he should tell me or not. Never breaking eye contact, Jason pulled out his phone and typed in his code. Then he began to scroll down on a page and then he handed over his phone to me.

The screen showed me a picture of Harry shirtless. He was not only shirtless, but also with another girl. Not just any girl. Freaking Selena Gomez was sucking face and exchanging drool with my fiance.

My hands began to shake and I felt like I had to puke. I was going sick. This isn't happening right? I scrolled down a little bit on the page and read the text:

“Is this the same Harry Styles getting married in a month?! Maybe not now! Who would've thought Harry would cheat on Aubrey with no one else then Selena Gomez?”

I handed over the phone to Jason before I would drop it because of my shaky hands. I let my head fall in my hands as I realized what I had just seen.

“I'm sorry Aubrey, but I felt like I had to tell you” he said quietly. I just nodded as I felt a huge lump in my throat. I couldn't speak,nor do anything as my hands were shaking to death. Jason looked at me with concern. Slowly he opened up his arms and I was almost attacking him with a hug. I was sitting in his lap, crying my eyes of as I just let everything go.

“Now I know why he had changed his mind about sex before marriage” I said between my sobs. “and now I know why all we do is fight. He's sick of me”

I just can't believe Harry would do anything like this. He never seemed like the type of guy who would cheat. I know that he was a player in high school, but I also know that I'm not just some girl to him. Or I thought that. Apparently I'm just another one of them.

After another 30 minutes of crying my sadness was gone and replaced with fury. I was feeling mad, gosh I could break a wall with my bare hands. I walked – almost ran – all the way back to I and Harry's apartment. I unlocked the door and threw my coat on the floor, not giving a damn about it not being hung up where it should be. He was – of course – sleeping on the couch. I walked with angry steps over at him and just his face disgusted me as I thought of what he had done with it.

“Wake up you idiot!” I screamed in his face and he woke up in shock. He was just staring at me from where he was laying and sitting on the couch. “Get up and leave this apartment right now! I don't want to see you anymore!” I screamed in his face. He slowly stood up, but him moving slowly made me even more furious.

“What happened Aubrey?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and I was actually surprised of how good his acting skills were.

“Oh I think you know you player, man-whore and womanizer!” I screamed and gripped his arms, as an attempt to lead him out of the apartment, but he was both stronger and more stubborn.

“Why are you calling me that?” He asked in a calm voice as he was standing in the same place as before even though I was pushing him as hard as I could.

“BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN SUCKING FACE WITH FREAKING SELENA GOMEZ AND WHO KNOWS WHO ELSE YOU'VE BEEN EXCHANING DROOL WITH” I yelled straight to his face and I stopped trying to get him out of the apartment. If I can't get him out, I'll just give him all my frustration.

“What are you talking about?!” he raised his voice a little, but far from the tone I was yelling in.

“I saw the picture Harry! I saw the picture of you and her making out! You don't have to pretend all innocent now because I know the truth! I can't believe that someone like you would do such a thing, but apparently I was wrong and you're still a man-whore, womanizer and a player” I said and now I was on the verge to tears.

“I have never, and I would never in thousands of millions of years cheat on you if that's what you think I've done. You have to trust me Aubrey” he said it with a calm voice, but that fact made my anger rise again.

“It only makes it worse when you lie about it too! Just get out of here!!” I yelled at him and began to push him towards the door again, and surprisingly he began to move this time.

“AUBREY FOR THE LAST TIME I HAVE NOT CHEATED ON YOU” He screamed straight in my face and all I could do was to stare into his eyes and this time and I saw how he was trying to tell me that he was telling the truth. But I knew he weren't. Who knows how many times he has cheated on me? And no one will ever know how many times he had lied to me. What a jerk. He's not the same person I thought he was, and I am so done with everything about him.

After a while of just staring at each other I said in a calm, hurt voice:

“Bullshit. That's nothing but bullshit Harry! Jason showed me the picture! I have it still in my head and guess what? It doesn't go away. That freaking picture will be stuck in my head to the day I die because I was actually on my way to marry you. But two weeks before the wedding, it turned out that this guy I was marrying wasn't that perfect, and that he had cheated on me all along. So now, there will be no wedding at all! I hope this is what you wanted. If not - you should have thought of that before you began to switch spit with that slut”

That was my last words to Harry before I pushed him out of the apartment and locked the door. A relief, mixed with hurt, confusion and frustration took over and I slid down the door and cried. I cried when I heard him bang on the door, demanding me to open up. I cried when I heard him repeat his words about not cheating on me. But I cried the hardest when I heard him say a soft “I love you” before giving up and finally leaving me alone.