Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

48. The Riddle

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I deliberately ignore his text, and instead choose to message Scarlett.

'Change of plans. Girls night out? ;)'

Seconds later, her response comes through.

'Yas. Meet at Rockpool at 8? Wear something fancy'

Rockpool is by far one of our favourite restaurants to dine at, and I think just about the only place I could lose my sorrows in for a little while anyways. My mind again wanders to things it shouldn't be thinking of.

Why doesn't Harry want to spend his last moments here with me?

Where is he going, and why couldn't I go with him?

And more importantly - who is he going to be with?

It doesn't help that it's been revealed to me that Kendall Jenner is here. Perhaps he's become bored of me, and wants someone more on his level. I just don't understand how he can think his behaviour is normal, and if it's the case, I don't know if I can continue being with him. Eventually, being apart is going to be painstakingly hard, and if Harry is off doing these types of things, how am I going to deal with it? I hate that he's doing this to me. But mostly, I hate that he's doing this to us.

Do I even know who he is anymore? I honestly thought I did at one point, but now he leaves me questioning my every decision. Perhaps I was blinded by his charm. Who could really blame me?

I consciously decide not to inform Marnie about my latest concerns with Harry. I'm not entirely sure why I don't, but I don't want to admit I may have potentially messed up. I'll have a good chance to vent to Scarlett tonight, instead.

I'm searching mindlessly through my twitter feed, hoping to occupy my thoughts with something else, when I get a text from Max. What could he want now?

'You can't ignore me forever. Let's do coffee, or tea, or whatever beverage you please. Max'

Harry wouldn't like this. He definitely wouldn't like the idea of me agreeing to meet up with Max. Alone. Harry... Harry is off making plans with others, so why can't I?

Fúck it.

'Sorry, I was busy when you messaged me last. Thank you for your apology, and I think I'll be free Thursday afternoon if you wanted to catch up?'

Well, fück.

Oh well. Can't exactly take it back...

There's no reason I can't be friends with someone just because my so called boyfriend doesn't approve. Harry is constantly warning me about him, but never ever goes into detail about why I shouldn't keep in contact with him. Yes, Max is a bit of a pompous ass, but we had pretty good banter, and I should be allowed to hang out with whoever it is that I want to hang out with.

I begin to feel slightly more empowered, and decide to reply to Harry's last text to me.

'Am I okay? Yeah I'm great Harry! I don't think you'll be seeing me tomorrow because I have plans! Have a great flight!! xox'

Probably a little over the top with the sarcasm, but I feel great about my reply. I don't even bother to read his reply.

Seriously, fùck him.

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