Palas

53. "You make me break them."

A/n: Let's for the sake of it imagine the A on Harry's arm as an X. 

My breath gets caught in my throat as his green eyes burn in mine. He looked really happy until he noticed me against his door. I slowly stand up and try to act casual as if I am not bothered there's a girl by his side.

"Hey," he whispers as he sees me.

"Hey, I was just looking for my key. Is it still in your room?" Luckily I sound rather unbothered.

The girl looks up to me, a faint smile around her lips. She's stunning of course, one of her arms holds a lot of tattoos, the other blank. Her brown hair is straight and her eyes are a catcher as they are a mixture of green and blue.

I already hate her.

"Yeah sure, let me look for it." He struggles to open his door and I watch the girl.

"Hey, I am Monica," she says and holds out her hand for me to shake it.

"Hey," I coldly remark. I don't feel like making small talk. She raises her eyebrows at my cold behavior.

Harry finally manages to open his door and turns on the lights for Monica to see his beautiful paintings. The paintings he said no one ever saw but me. Seeing him with a girl hurts me, but this hurts me even more. I quickly pass the both of them as I hear her react the same way I did at his paintings. I watch her stop in front of one but then my eye falls on my key laying on top of my face.

"Thanks," I snap at Harry and want to leave the room, but he's quick and catches my hand.

"Monica works at the tattoo parlor. She's checking out my paintings to see if they can use some of them for the shop."

"Ah." I can't deny that I am slightly relieved at that. "Well they deserve to be seen," I say although moments ago I thought something entirely different.

"This one is beautiful. Is it you?" Monica asks and I frown. Did Harry paint himself?

She steps away from the wall and I see myself again only this time in color. Before I know it I am next to her. He must have painted me yesterday after I left. After the night I had it's hard to not get emotional but I keep the tears in. The lump in my throat however makes it impossible to answer her question, but yes it's me, but then a more beautiful version. The way Harry sees me.

"That one isn't for sale," Harry says and I let out a gasp of air still struggling to not burst out in tears. "But feel free to look at the other ones. Lexie can you come over for a moment?"

Harry is next to me to open the door to the balcony. I nod to him and follow him outside. The sun is burning high in the sky which means a new day has come. Harry smells of smoke, beer and himself and I wish he would pull me close, but he keeps his distance like before.

"Why are you here and not at Ava's?" He asks after he closes the large window.

"Rosie got arrested so it seems that I can have my room back," I say as if it is nothing extreme.

"What?" He blurts, popping his eyes out. "What the hell happened?"

"Apparently Theresa got suspicious and investigated her own husband and tonight she and Zayn thought was the night to cross him. Rosie was there as well. Police came and arrested them both." I explain to him the short cut of the events that happened tonight.

"So it finally happened," he says and sits down where only yesterday I left him. With no life behind his eyes, just like Rosie has now.

"You knew about it didn't you?" I question him and he looks up.