Let me love you

Chapter 26

Chapter 26.

Brooke's POV.

I wake up in Harry's room. Last night was amazing and don't regret it. I turn around in the bed to see a empty space where Harry should be.

I'm a little disappointed that he have left me. What if I wasn't good enough? Do he regret doing it? Are he gonna leave me now? All the negative thoughts come into my mind.

I get out of bed and take my underwear on and Harry's T-shirt from one of his drawers. Then I walk downstairs to make me some breakfast; cause I'm quite hungry.

I walk into the kitchen and see a table full of eegs, bacon, toast, pancakes and much more. Then Harry who are standing right beside it, only in his boxers.

"Morning beautiful." He say and come over to hug me and kiss my cheek. "Did you sleep well? Are you sore?" He ask with concern.

"Morning Haz." I say as I give him a peck on the lips. "I slept wonderful and yes I'm a little sore." I smile.

"Then come, sit down, babe." He say and rush me to a seat.

"I made breakfast for you." He smile at me.

"Thank you, I can see that." I chuckle.

"I had a fantastic time last night, if you know what I mean." He wink.

"Yeah, me too." I smile.

We eat breakfast and talk about the boys interview later.

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"Zayn! Stop touching your hair! I don't want to fix it again." I say as I slap his hands away from his head.

"But.."

"No buts!" I cut him of.

"Okay boys, ten minutes to show start!" Yell one of the producers and close the door again.

"Finish getting ready, now!" Paul say from the cough where he have been the hole time.

"Wait, where is Harry?" He ask.

"He left to go to the toilet, five minutes ago." Say Louis.

"I'll find him." I say and go out the door and into the hall.

I walk in the direction of the toilets and around the corner and stop dead in my tracks when I see the sight in front of me.

Harry making out with some blond slut.

"Harry! I came to let you know you have five minutes to show start, but I can see that you have something better to do." I say with hurt in my voice.

I turn around and run back down the hall. I can feel the tears run down my face at a fast speed.

"No, Brooke wait!" I hear Harry yell after me, but I continue to run.

I run into the dressing room and gather my things, only to have the others look at me weirdly. Then I run out of the door and right into Harry.

He grab my arm and turn me around to look at him. He have lipstick all over his face.

"Brooke, listen to me. It wasn't what it looked like." He rush out.

"Let go of off me!" I say harshly.

"No, Brooke please listen to me. I didn't kiss her, she kissed me."

"Whatever, just let go of off me!" I scream. We are properly making a scene, but I don't care.

He let go of me and I run outside to be greeted by lots of paparazzi.

"Brooke! Over here!"

"Why are you leaving before the interview?!"

"Why are you crying?!"

"Is it true that you are pregnant?!"

They keep asking me questions, but I ignore them and run to my car. I drive home.

I run directly to my bed and cry. How could he? He said he loved me, just yesterday. I though I could trust him. He broke my heart just as he had fixed it.