Author's Note: HS2 IS COMING AND IT'S A DOUBLE UPDATE! Honestly, after this series I think I'm done writing sad imagines because writing this DRAINED me. Anyways, this is part 2 to Two Ghosts. Part 3 is already posted. Tell me if I should end it after part 3 or finish it with a part 4. As always, I hope you enjoy it! xxx, M.
"Why didn't he tell me about it?" I asked him. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"
Nick laid back in his chair, sighing.
"The same reason I didn't tell Harry's exes about Kendall" Nick said. "It wasn't my place"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I should have called Alexa instead" I said, walking back and forth. "You're no help"
"Honestly love, I don't see the big fuss over this" Nick said. "Of course, Harold still had feelings for Kendall when you two started to date. The only way to get over one person is to go out with another"
"I know that, Nick!" I said, putting my hands on my hips.
"Then, why are you making a huge deal out of it?" Nick asked.
"Because I was a fucking rebound to him" I told Nick. "I'm more than a rebound"
"Clearly you're not anymore" Nick said.
I stopped walking and looked at Nick.
"That's not my point" I said to him.
"And what is your point?" Nick asked.
I walked over to the couch. I sat down, sighing.
"I'm just hurt" I said. "First, I learn Harry didn't tell me the full story of what happened between him and Kendall and second, I find out that I was a rebound to him. I feel like I'm less important than everyone else in his life, like he doesn't take me seriously. I mean, the fact that I was some rebound to him means he never took me as something serious in the first place"
"Yeah, but it's been a year Y/N" Nick said. "He has changed. He obviously takes you serious if you've been together this long"
I laid back on the couch.
"It still hurts though" I admitted. "Sometimes I wonder if he even loves me at the end"
Nick got up from his chair and sat down right next to me on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh, he loves you" Nick said, trying to comfort me. "Have you gave him the chance to talk to you about it?"
"Nick, I called you crying to pick me up" I told him. "Of course, I hadn-"
Brinnggg. Brinnggg.
We looked at my phone, vibrating on the table in front of us. A picture of Harry was on my phone screen. I bent forward, grabbing my phone. I hit the decline button before placing it back down on the table.
"I'm not in the mood to listen to him now" I said to Nick. "I can't even look at him without picturing him and her kissing"
"Eh, I don't blame you" Nick said. "But I would still go-"
BRINGG. BRINNG.
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes upon hearing Nick's phone. I knew who was calling.
"Go get it" I said to Nick.
Nick stood up and went over to his phone. He answered the call, pressing his phone to his ear.
"Oh, hello Harold" Nick said into the phone. "Are you looking for someone called Y/N?"
Nick remained quiet for a few seconds.
