Chapter 13
"Do you want to talk about it, love?" Louis asked as I stared angrily at the coffee cup in front of me.
"I just don't know what his problem is." I said just above a whisper, concentrating on my coffee cup. I felt like if I could concentrate on one thing, and think really hard, then the answer would just magically pop in my head, maybe it was something I did? I rewinded the past few days in my mind, but nothing struck out to be as a reason for Harry acting like this.
"How long has he been like this?" Louis asked, taking a sip of his tea.
"Just this morning. Last night he was so sweet. I really like him Louis, but he's really being bi-polar on me and he's sending me mixed signals and signs.." I confessed.
"Well hun, he can't really be completely sending you mixed signals and signs. I mean you guys are dating so obviously he likes you." Louis said.
Crap, I thought. I forgot that the boys don't know about Harry and I being in a fake relationship. Justin, Paul, Harry, and I were the only ones.
I sighed knowing I wasn't going to be able to get the exact advice I need from Louis today, I had to twist things a bit, but who knows, maybe I will get what I need.
"I know... it's just... Louis what if he wants to break up? Or is just getting tired of me? " I said, looking back down at my coffee. Louis reach over and placed his hands on top of mine.
"Christina, you should hear the way he talks about you when you're not around. If he's not with you, he's talking about you. He speaks of you with such adoration, I've never seen him like a girl this much before, and what amazes me is it really hasn't been that long, but who knows he just may be in love with you, in fact, I'm pretty sure he already is."
I soaked in Louis' words. He can't be really in love with me... can he?
"You really think so, Louis?" I asked looking up at him, maybe Harry was just having a bad day. I couldn't help but let the little hope in me flutter.
"I know so, Christina." He said giving me a friendly wink.
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"Hello?" I called weakly into my apartment. The lights were off in the living room, and the place was strangely quiet, making me want to run back into Louis' car.
I shut the door quietly behind me and walked quickly but quietly to my room.
I took off my clothes from the day and changed into a tank top and some Soffee shorts. I put some socks on my feet, because for some reason they were really cold. I reached behind my head and took the hair tie out of it, letting my hair flow down around my face. I shook my head, and patted down my hair a bit. I smiled to myself. Comfy.
I opened my room door and headed to the kitchen. Some water sounds really good right now... maybe some ice cream, too.
My feet padded into the kitchen and I reached for a glass. I was about to grab the gallon of water when I noticed the light was on in the dining room. I quickly filled my glass, and walked to the dining room. Almost like deja vu, there was Harry sitting in the chair, his head buried in his arms.
I walked further into the dining room and took the seat across from him, but didn't say a word. If he wanted to talk, well then he would have to be the one to start.
I was about to take a sip of my water when his words stopped me.
"Where did you go?" He asked quietly.
"I told you. With a friend." I answered simply.
He looked up at me, and his green eyes held no emotion.
"Which friend?" He asked.
"Does it matter?" I asked, I hated his persistency right now.
"Well as your boyfriend, yeah it kind of does." He said. I scoffed at him.
"Well the funny part about that is, you're not really my boyfriend Harry." I said, I hated arguing with him, but I wasn't about to let him step over me.
"Gosh you just really love to bring that topic up don't you?!" He yelled in frustration.
"Well it's reality, Harry! What is with you?!" I screamed at him.
He stood up from the table, fuming.
"What is with me? What is with YOU?! You're acting like a total freak right now!" He yelled.
"Oh I'M acting like the freak? I'm not the one acting like a complete jerk for absolutely no reason. What is even your problem?!" I yelled, I was close to tears, I could feel it. I hated fighting with him, I absolutely hated it.
"My problem is you." He hissed at me, before walking away and slamming his room door shut.
The tears I was holding back began to fall.
That really hurt.
Harry's POV
Why did you do that Harry. Gosh you are a complete jerk. I'm hurting her.... I know I am and I hate it, but I have to.
I heard her sobbing from her room, and I could help but let the tears flow down my face as well.
I did this to her... I did this. She deserved none of this.
I'm such a monster.
An hour later, I heard her crying die down, and eventually cease to a stop. I hopped off my bed and exited my room, only to make the short trip to hers. I opened her door quietly and peered in. She was sound asleep, her phone lying next to her on her pillow.
I walked over silently and looked at her phone. The screen was still lit up, and she was still on the line... with Zayn...
I hung up the phone to save her minutes (or at least I tried to convince myself that was the reason) and sat on the bed next to her. I looked down at her, admiring the way her brown curly locks framed her face. They were soft curls, and for some reason she never seemed to get bedhead. She looked so peaceful right now, but I couldn't help the sullen feeling that hit my stomach when I noticed the tear stains across her cheeks. I wiped them away gently, laying my hand on her cheek. I smiled sadly at her, all I wanted was for her to be mine... truly mine.
"Zayn?" She murmured.
My eyes widened, was she waking up? How would she take me being here? Her eyes didn't open, and she spoke groggily. Maybe she was half asleep?
"Zayn, please answer me..." she begged her voice just above a whisper.
"Y-yes l-love??" I replied to her, unsure of things.
"Why doesn't he love me?" She asked, and a tear rolled down her cheek. I gently brushed my thumb across it, wiping away her tear.
"Who doesn't love you?" I asked.
"Harry..." she murmured.
Wait... why would she ask that? Does she love me too? It couldn't be... could it?
"He loves you more than anything..." I replied to her, laying down next to her softly, making sure I didn't disturb her sleep. I laid across from her, our noses a few inches apart, and I couldn't help but shake the feeling of longing.
"No he doesn't Zayn ... he hates me... He told me I was the problem ... I don't even now what I did..." She said, as her lips trembled. Tears spilt from my own eyes, seeing face to face all the pain I was putting her through.
I don't even know how we were having this conversation right now, but we were, it was happening, and if it's purpose was to make me feel like a complete and utter douche, then it was working amazingly.
I pulled her close to me, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and touched mine to hers.
"You did nothing, love. Nothing but be the most amazing person I have ever met. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for being the reason for your tears. I'm sorry for making you think I hate you when that's far from the truth, I'm sorry for putting you through this... I'm just sorry for everything..." I said as the tears streamed silently down my face.
I can't do this anymore, I thought as I held her close to me, gently stroking her hair.
I had to tell her.
(A/N):
Im not quite sure if I have mentioned this before, but I'm reposting this story from another site on which I originally wrote it. Can't believe its been basically a year since I've written this chapter. I'm trying to get better at updating and I have a new story coming for you guys soon so look out for that :)
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