My uncle, Paul Higgins *CANCELLED*

Chapter 19. Battle

"What is it that you need to talk about." I crossed my arms. I was beyond pissed at Harry and the nerve he has to come into to here and tell me that we need to talk. Hell yeah we need to talk, about the fact that he promised to break up with me just because someone asked him to.

"You kissed Cody?" He blurts. I am taken aback.

"Yes, but the kiss meant nothing, we both agreed."

"Then why is he calling you back telling you that it meant a shitload to him?" What? Harry holds up my phone. I stand from the bed and grab it from him, flipping through it.

"Woah, I didn't know anything about this."

"Are you sure? 'Cause he seemed pretty damn sure about every single fucking thing he said."

"Did you go through my phone?" My eyes widen and suddenly I feel betrayed. You can't just invade someone's personal privacy like that.

"That's not the point."

"Well I'm going to make it a point. You can't do that!"

"Just explain this to me!" He yells, running a hand through his brown hair.

"I can't explain it to you, okay? I didn't even know about this message until you came in here!"

"I don't even know what to think right now." He sighs and sits in the loungechair. Harry rubs his eyes with a hand.

"You don't know what to think right now? You shouldn't think anything of it, because we kissed before we were even dating, before you ever kissed me, It didn't mean anything to me so why should it mean anything to you? What you should be thinking about is the fact that you would break up with me the second your managers tell you to." I rant. I am getting more frustrated each second.

The last bit surprises him. I can tell because his hands stop moving and he gulps. I know I caught him.

"How did you?...."

"They called you, so I answered, after all you had just lied to my face. Then this girl began wondering why you hadn't broken up with me yet so I was confused and then she began to explain the whole thing. Do I need to go on?"

"No. Shit, Alexa. I-I don't even know what to say." Harry sighs. My heart drops a little, he is pretty much admitting to it. What does someone do in a situation like this? Do I break up with him? Do we work it out? This is probably just the first of our troubles.

"Tell me why, Harry, why do you want to break up with me?" I sit back on the bed, across from him.

"I don't want to!" He says quickly. "It's just that, my management has a certain control over all of us, if I don't listen to them... bad things happen."

"Bad things like what?" I am utterly confused. How could they have so much control over them?

"My career. Please don't hate me, It's just I've worked so hard-"

"No, I understand." I shock him. What's more important? Four years of hardwork, or 3 weeks of a girlfriend? I may understand, but I am still a little saddened, that it would be so easy for him to break up with me.

"You...do?" He asks, looking up at me.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, 4 years is a lot compared to one month."

He stays silent in thought. "What do we do now?"

"Well, let's call your managers and see what's going on."

He nods and takes out his phone.

I stop him. "Wait- let's use one of the other boy's phone."

Harry gives me a confused look. "I just don't trust that contact, I think we need a direct connection."