Elena's POV
"You had a good night, I'm guessing?"
I turn around faster than ever, startled.
I spot Harry a few meters away, standing with his hands in his pocket and a smirk - which was more evil than friendly- visible on his face.
I put a hand on my chest and try to breathe properly.
"You scared the crap out of me." I try to catch my breath.
"Aw, Elena, don't be afraid of me." his smirk was still there. The tone of his voice gives away that he isn't up for a chit chat and jokes.
"What are you doing here, Harry?" I cross my arms across my chest.
"You didn't answer my question."
"What?"
"I asked you if you had a good time?"
I realized that he has seen me in the car with Jack. "That's not any of your business."
"Oh, but it is."
"Okay, what are you talking about?" I am really confused now. Who the hell does he think he is? "Who do you think you are showing up at my house at," I look at the watch on my left wrist, " midnight and telling me that my private life is your business?" I voice my thoughts.
"Well-"
"No, I'm not finished." I feel this urge to say everything that I have kept bottled up for a week. "You try to kiss me, I reject you. You get close with me, and do all these things, and then go and run off with someone just because I didn't want a relationship."
"Wait wha-" He interrupts me but I cut him off.
"I was about to tell you something really important and then I see this girl with nothing but a-"
"Wait." he says in his deep voice, with furrowed brows.
"What?" I repeat that word for the hundredth time that night.
"When did you come to my house?" He has confusion written all over his face.
"Monday. Why does that even matter?"
He starts laughing.
Laughing.
"Wow, you're laughing uh, great Harry. You've clearly gone mad. Why are you even laughing? I'm trying to tell you something really serious here and you're taking this as a joke. What are-"
"-my cousin." he cuts me off.
"Your cousin what?" I ask as I didn't catch what he said because I was rambling.
"The girl you saw is my cousin."
I stare blankly ahead of me, attempting to figure out what's going on.
"The girl that opened the door with my sweater on, messy hair?" he smiles.
"Yea....?"
"It's my cousin. She was visiting cause I haven't seen her in a few months. It was raining when she was walking from the bus station to my house so she was literally dripping wet. I lent her my clothes and that's why she had wet hair. I was showering when you had come by. She did tell me about a girl visiting me but I thought it was one of the old owners of the house. She called to tell me that she forgot some of her stuff and that she would come by to get them. But obviously she didn't and I thought that she was you." he purses his lips in one thin line as he finished explaining.
My mouth is formed in an 'o' shape as I stand quietly, not knowing what to say.
"What did you think my cousin was? My girlfriend?" he raised his eyebrows and the smirk was back on his face.
"Uh- yeah, and that's why I didn't want to interrupt your time together so I left."
He nodded. "But what was the important thing you wanted to tell me?"
I close my eyes and want to smack myself on the head for a couple of thousand times.
"It-it doesn't even matter now." I shake my head and smile bitterly at my stupidity.
"Of course it does matter. I know you were jealous, Elena. Don't lie to me." he starts getting closer to me.
"Jealous?" I scoffed."I wasn't jealous. Like I said I didn't wanna-"
"You're a really bad liar. What did you wanna tell me?" he was now extremely close to my face, so close I could feel his hot breathe coming out in puffs on my face.
It's like he knows what I wanted to tell him. It's like he knows I like him. I feel like he can read me as an open book.
"It doesn't even matter." I tell him quietly.
"Yes, it does. I need to you say it." He raises his voice a bit.
I quickly become fed up with his way of making me say things, so I cut things short and just blurt it out. "Okay, Harry, I like you. There I said it, happy?"
"Yes, very." he smiles and before I can process what's happening, his lips are on mine and I feel an electricity jolt through every cell in my body. He pulls away way too soon for my liking and I find myself craving for his lips on mine.
But then, I remembered that Jack is also in the picture and can't throw him away, we kissed and we're something now, I can't do this to him, I'm not a cheater.
"I can't do this." I close my eyes as I put my arm against his chest.
"What? Why not? Didn't you say you like me?" I see hurt flash in his eyes but choose to ignore it.
"Because, now Jack is in the picture and I literally was on a date with him half an hour ago and I can't do this to him. He's a great guy, he doesn't deserve this."
"Oh, but I do deserve it?" Harry stepped back and started looking at me with this anger? jealousy? hurt? in his eyes.
"No I'm not saying you deserve it. I'm saying that I need to sort things out with Jack before I jump into something with you."
"You know, you said that you weren't ready for a relationship. I respected that. Then I see you and this guy going on a date. I thought you weren't ready for that, huh? And I let that slip too. But, now, you tell me that you do like me and then you suddenly don't want anything to do with me?" Every word of his, sends an arrow in my heart, making tears dwell in my eyes.
"I didn't say I didn't want anything to do with you Harry. I just said that I need time to sort things out with Jack." I try to not start crying now and keep my voice steady.
"No, you know what? Since you like that Jack guy that much, now, I say no."
I give him a confused look but he continues talking.
"I want this right here, right now, if you don't want to jump into whatever the hell this I between us now, then I leave. What's it gonna be, Elena?"
My mind goes completely blank. I understand where he's coming from though. But I can't play with Jack like that. I know exactly what's it like and I can't do that to him.
"I'm sorry, Harry." He looks surprised and hurt by my answer, almost as if he expected from me to throw myself into his arms and kiss him.
He nods and starts walking away. I fight back tears as I realize that I may have done the biggest mistake of my life. But I still stand by my decision. I'm not changing my mind. Jack is too good to be hurt like that.
But Harry isn't? He deserves to be hurt?
I don't even know what to think right now. I let the tears flow down my cheeks and drop onto my jacket. I unlock the front door and go straight to my bedroom. I can't be bothered to remove my make-up. I just undress and get under the covers.
I cry myself to sleep, replaying the scene over and over, the memory of his painful eyes too strong to be forgotten.
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