Deceived Love

Chapter 22**

It's a nice evening today. Just want to give a huge thanks to people who read this story. . . U r a great motivation ;p <3  

Amanda’s P.O.V. 

I was pacing back and forth in my living room, restless. I had to basically get Harry out of my life just to keep him safe. David was dangerous, and he knew he had me trapped. I had no escape; it was either being half a heart without Harry or being nothing if Harry ended up dead. It would be my fault and there was no way in hell I was going to choose the second option.

I had been crying for the past 2 hours. I was planning to call Harry to come over so I could get this over with, but I just haven’t had the gut to. For all I know, David could be outside right now keeping guard. I only had till tomorrow night.

As I was pulling my hairs out seated on the couch, I heard a dying engine. In a minute there was a steady knock on the door. I slowly made my way to the door, getting ready to face whoever it was, hopefully not David. In one swift movement I opened the door and he came in all at once.

Harry. His messy curls falling over his face, as he looked down at me and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly closed the door behind me, leaning my back on it. Harry gave me a slight smile, coming closer so that I could smell his faint cologne, his breath fanning my face.

“We need to talk, Ami,” he whispered, as his lips brushed my ear, his large warm hand on my waist. All I could do was nod.

 He gracefully made his way over to the couch, sat down and leaned on his elbows as I took a seat across from him. His dazzling greens eyes stared intently into mine, and he bit his lip in anticipation. My hands were sweating, my heart sinking in my chest, as I remembered what I had to tell him.  

“Listen Ami, I am so sorry for not believing you. I was so stupid. I wasn’t thinking straight, I was out of my mind. I know what you said is true Ami, I know that you--”  

“I don’t love you” I cut him off looking at my hands as the words tumbled out. The moment I said it, I wanted to take it back. I looked up to see Harry’s beautiful face turn into confusion. His pink lips were parted, as he looked at me.

“Wh-What Amanda? Did I just hear you r-right?” he asked, his eyes searching mine desperately. I slowly looked up at him.

I took a deep breath, already feeling weak. “I don’t love you Harry, you heard me. I said it out of impulse, but I didn’t really mean it.” I tried to sound as calm as I could but my eyes were starting to sting.

He looked up at me in disbelief, standing up and already making his way over to me. I got up and stopped him.

“No Harry, I don’t want you near me. I am breaking up with you.” I stated my face as strong as I could hold it.

His face dropped as he still approached me, holding both my hands in his soft warm ones. I looked away from his face, not wanting to look at him with the fear I would give in.

“Please Amanda, look at me, I know you don’t mean it. I know you love me. I know that I love you. Please don’t say that, don’t break up with me. Please.” He pleaded, turning my face so that I would look up at him.

The moment I laid eyes on his face, I saw he was on the verge of tears. I almost lost it, but I didn’t. His life depended on it. I pushed him away from me.

“No Harry, you don’t love me and I don’t love you,” I said as I quickly brushed off the little tears from my eyes. I looked up at him once more, seeing him frown in hurt, his eyes held hurt, but mostly disbelief.

“Amanda, you do love me, I know you. I fucking love you too, and you can’t change that. Why won’t you just accept it?!” He asked, running a hand through his curls, stepping closer to me but I stepped away from his touch.

“NO I DON’T HARRY, I DON’T, AND I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!” I screamed, my voice breaking at the end. Harry stepped back at my sudden outburst and his mouth hung open in shock, but he quickly composed himself.

“Ami, please, don’t do this.. we love each other” he whispered, reaching out to touch my face, and once again I moved away straight for the front door.

“No Harry, now please get out before I call the police for property invasion” I almost had to scream again. I held the door open and looked away, as Harry slowly approached me.

“Amanda, you don’t have to do this. I know our feelings are strong, I won’t let you go. We can’t be apart.” Harry said as he stood by the door, looking at me, eyes red and small tears streaming down.

“Just leave now, Harry” I said my voice urgent. He looked down and wiped his tears away taking a breath, stumbling out the door. He stopped, facing me again.

“I know you’ll come back to me Amanda, just like I did to you.” He whispered trying to catch my eyes, but I looked down.

“No I won’t. I already told you, I don’t fucking love you, now go!” I screamed, and closed the door right in his face, when he was about to say something. Silence.

I crouched down on my knees, now letting the tears fall freely. In a moment I heard a roaring engine and his car sped off.  I was broken. Harry was too, but he would live.  I sobbed and cried until the tears didn’t run anymore.

Suddenly, I had a text message. Please Harry, don’t make it any more difficult.

Nicely done, sugar pie! See? It wasn’t that hard now, was it? I saw it all and let me say, you are quite the actor ;). Now you better stay away from him and he from you, or else. –D.

I read it and threw my phone across the floor.