Deceived Love

Chapter 20***

One word- torn. Anyways, I had so much fun writing this chapter! Enjoy it ;p

Harry’s P.O.V.

I woke up to my alarm ringing repeatedly near my ears. I reach over and turned it off. I sat up rubbing my eyes. Yesterday was a total fail. Liam ended up hurt and taken care of by the boys, and I only ended with some footprints. I couldn’t let this get any worse. I needed to find out who this bitch was, and fast. It was currently 8 in the morning, and I had some work to turn in to bitchy Blake today. I lazily made my way over to the shower and stripped my boxers off, jumping in and letting the hot water run. Amanda. I hadn’t seen her in 2 full days. I wanted to see her so bad, to have her near. Today I was going to make sure to see her at least later on, after I got some work done.

I was seated in Scott’s office, as he was seated across from me in his big desk, examining the footprints I had gotten on my phone.

“Good shots boy, but I don’t really see how they can be useful,” he stated, unsatisfied. I clenched my jaw, feeling my blood boil.

“Sir, I believe these will be useful. I have men tracking down the prints to a computer, and they should have an idea in about a few days,” I try to say as calm as possible. The least I want to do is lash out on Scott. He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Boy, you better be right. I am getting very impatient” he emphasized, his cold blue eyes menacingly looking into mine. I nodded my head, waiting for him to dismiss me.

“Alright you may leave now, but remember Harry, you only have a week and a half,” he smirked, taunting me with his cruel eyes.

“Got it sir,” I forced out, walking to the door and letting it shut behind me.

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I was parking my SUV outside my flat, making my way inside with a plate of Italian food I had stopped for at a restaurant from work. I was going to surprise Amanda tonight.  I sat down on my couch and ripped the plastic from my plate, digging in with a fork. Suddenly my phone vibrated. Maybe it was one of the lads.

I took it out of my back pocket, unlocking it to find a text message.

Get the fuck away from my girlfriend, you cunt. She’s mine. – Unknown    

What the fuck? I tried to recognize the number, but it kept saying private. Amanda with a boyfriend ?! As far as I knew, I was the only one who was her boyfriend. I grabbed my keys and stuffed my phone back inside my pocket, storming off into the night.  

       

Amanda’s P.O.V.

I missed Harry so much. We hadn’t seen each other in 2 days, only texts and one call. I wanted to drive to his place, but it was pretty late, 10 pm. And I didn’t want to drive for long. I was watching a bit of t.v. in my jeans and blue blouse. I hadn’t changed into my pj’s yet.

Then I heard a long banging come from my door.

“Open the damn door!” someone yelled from behind the door. I quickly made my way over to it, shaking a little from the sudden outburst. I could faintly hear rapid breathing from the other side. Another loud bang. “Open the door Amanda!” the voice said, with noticed urgency. I took a deep breath and pushed it open to face a fuming Harry.

“Harry?! What’s going on?” I asked, confused, but he kept looking at me with such great intensity and his jaw was tightly clenched, fists at his sides.

“That’s what I’d like to know, Amanda, what the fuck is going on?!” he spitted, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the door. His pressure on my arm was beginning to hurt.

“Harry let go, you’re hurting me!” I yelled, pulling my arm away from his grasp. He let go, running a hand through his messy curls, and paced back and forth.

“Why the heck didn’t you tell me?! Are you like, freaking sick or something? How could you do this to me?!” he yelled, towering over me, his face a few inches away from mine, but not in the good way. His eyes held glints of pure disappointment, anger and hurt. I tried to reach up to touch his cheek, but he quickly moved away from my touch.

“Harry calm down, please” I begged, but he shook his head pacing rapidly again. “What did I do, Harry?” I asked, tears beginning to form. He looked up into my eyes, and frowned even more. His hands were clenched once again, and his intense stare was slicing through me.

“I got a fucking text from your boyfriend” he emphasized the last word, laughing bitterly. “When were you planning to tell me? When you were done playing with my heart?” he asked, his voice filled with venom but mostly hurt. He waited for my answer, his eyes full of sadness and reproach, and his pink lips closed in a tight line.

I stepped closer to him, but he held his hand out. “Don’t. I can’t control myself and will end up doing something stupid,” he said through gritted teeth and closed eyes.

“Harry, please listen to me! I don’t have a boyfriend! What are you talking about!” I shouted, hands at my sides, my voice strained, telling the truth. He opened his eyes and chuckled darkly, avoiding eye contact.

“I have no boyfriend, you are my boyfriend, and maybe they got the wrong number or something!” I said exasperated, small tears escaping my eyes. “I would never cheat on you Harry, ever!” I added, wiping my visible tears and searching his beautiful angry face for comprehension.

He took a deep breath, opening his eyes and finally looking at me. His anger seemed to have lessened, but his eyes held convincing disappointment.

“I honestly don’t know what to think right now,” he whispered bitterly looking away from me and walked away. I ran in front of him and he stopped abruptly.

“Harry please you have to believe me, I am telling you the truth” I whispered desperately trying to catch his green eyes but he refused to look at me. He moved away again turning his back on me, heading for his car.

I didn’t even think it; I just said it out of impulse. “Harry please, I fucking Love you!!” I yelled, and he stopped dead in his tracks, his lean back still facing me and for a moment I thought he was going to run back to me, pick me up and kiss me.

Instead he whispered, “I’m not so sure about that,” and walked away, climbing into his car and driving off, leaving me on the side of the road, wishing he’d come back.