Secrets (ON HOLD)

23. Guilty?

Harry's POV

I woke up to the blinding light that made its way into my bedroom through the window. I groaned and opened my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I thought about last night. I couldn't sleep and even when my body couldn't stay awake anymore, when I lost myself to sleep, every time that I was conscious during the night, she was all I could think about. She was all that mattered, even to my half conscious self.

I turned a little, shuffling under the covers. My eyes met her phone resting on the nightstand, right where I left it last night. I tried calling her after she left but she wouldn't pick up, after trying for a few times. I found her phone at the studio. No wonder she wasn't answering. Then again, it's not like she would've wanted to talk even if she had her phone.

I need to see her, I need to apologise.

With that thought I jumped out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom. I showered quickly and put on my usual button down, skinny jeans and boots. I grabbed my car keys and walked out.

Since yesterday, she's been occupying my head even more than she usually does. What have you done to me, love? 

What have YOU done to her, is the real question? Let's see. You ditched her. You sat quietly while she was being humiliated. You haven't even apologised yet! Everyone deserves a best friend like you.

My subconscious mocked me. It was true. It broke my heart every time I thought of the expression her beautiful face held when Amelia mocked her. I can't forget the expression on her face when she looked at me, maybe hoping that at least I'd try to comfort her. Me? I sat there and let all of it happen right before my eyes. And I didn't say a word.

I didn't think she's going to want to see me. And I didn't blame her. But I didn't care if she didn't want to talk to me or see me. I just needed to see her once, I needed to know that she was okay. I couldn't help but be worried about her. That's because I knew how determined she is. I knew that she's far more than what people think she is. And that's exactly why I was so worried.

I hated Amelia for what she'd done but I hated myself even more for what I had allowed. She's a rich kid who doesn't like to share her toys and that's exactly what I am to her, a toy. She just can't stand the thought of sharing something that belongs to her and it disgusted me to think that in this case, I was that thing. She knows that Sapphira is just my friend. Yet, she wouldn't allow me being near her. She can't just do that! Keep me away from the girl I love. The girl I can't seem to spend an hour without thinking about. If I rebel, she's just gunna make Sapphira's life hard. I know she's capable of it and I can't allow that. It's unfair. She doesn't deserve this.

I let out a frustrated groan. I'll just have to make sure Amelia doesn't find out. But, I can't just not see Sapphie. I need to.

It seemed to have taken very little time to reach her house as I was so absorbed in my thoughts. I got out of the car and requested the guard on the gate to let me see Sapphira, to which he generously replied that she'd left an hour ago. Dandy. You missed her!

I slowly made my way to the car and slammed my fist on the steering wheel in annoyance, then jumped at the sound of the horn. The guy on the gate eyed me with a weird expression and I mumbled an awkward sorry. Better leave this place now.

I started driving away from Sapphira's house. I didn't know where to find her. Where are you, Sapphie? Please, I'm sorry. I wanted to slam my head in the steering wheel but thought against it for two reasons. One, I didn't want the car to honk again. Two, I realised that I was probably the only one who could find her. I knew where she could be. So, I sped to the place where I thought I could find her. I wasn't sure but it was worth a shot.