Twenty Two.

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"What the hell!" I shout, whipping around to face him. His face is completely emotionless besides his slightly raised eyebrows from my outburst.

"You know it echoes in here right?" He says, pointing to the stairwell. I dragged him out into the hallway and down the hall into the closed off stairwell for a bit of privacy before I lost my shit.

"For heaven's sake Harry, I don't give a crap!" I yell, throwing my hands in the air.

"You really want people to hear you yelling?" He asks, his face calm and his arms held behind his back. The fact that he is not reacting to me yelling infuriates me.

I'm breathing heavily and my hands are balled into fists at my sides. My vision is centered on him and I can't seem to unclench my jaw. I'm more angry than ever, he did this on purpose and I know it.

"Why did you do that?" I hiss through my teeth, my voice low. I take a step toward him until there is less than a foot between us.

"Do what, bring you your earrings?" He plays stupid and raises an eyebrow.

"No!" I shout again. "You know what you did, Harry! You brought me my earrings and made sure Zayn saw so he knew I was staying with you. I don't care if you don't like him and I don't care why, but I don't understand why you had to bring me into it!"

"I don't dislike Zayn."

I'm out of breath and I feel like no matter how much I yell he just won't understand. Harry has always been set in his ways and no matter what anyone does, he will not change is opinions. I was hoping he would be more mature, but I guess I was wrong. I make my way over to the staircase and sit on one of the steps, my eyes pricking slightly. I rest my elbows on my knees and hold my chin in my hands.

"Who knows what he was thinking. He could think we are actually living together and are a couple, or even worse he could think we just hooked up for one night," I mumble, feeling defeated.

He just stands there and blinks at me a few times. He rubs the back of his neck before crossing the small space slowly and sitting next to me on the step. I shift away from him like I did on the bench on my first night back and his face falls.

Harry's POV.

I feel like the asshole I used to be, but it's clear that he is not completely lost on me. Something inside me shatters when she moves away from me. All the progress I've made with getting her comfortable around me and trusting me again is destroyed. I've screwed up again.

"Skylar, I..." I start, but I can't find words to continue. I have no excuse for what I did except the truth which I cannot tell her.

"Why lie to me when I already know the truth?" She mumbles, turning her head to look at me.

With her dark eyes on me I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. There is no way she could know how I feel, or how I think I feel. She doesn't let herself see it. In her eyes I'm still Harry who ruined her life. There's such a composure in her face and she's so calm while I'm sat here trying my best to hold myself together.

"Um, what?" I stutter, not able to completely find my voice.

"You said you don't dislike Zayn, and I know that's a lie. I'm not an idiot Harry," she sighs.

I also sigh in relief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through... It's not about me liking Zayn or not, it's him liking you that's the problem," I admit, gripping a handful of my hair and she furrows her eyebrows.

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