Rapture (H.S)

Chapter 34

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MELISSA'S (POV)

I slammed the door as I stormed out. At the moment it felt right the right thing to do, but the moment I stepped out of the house, I was faced with another situation; where the hell do I go now?

I wanted to tuck my tail beneath my legs and scamper back into the safety of the house. But I couldn't. I couldn't show Harry that he could do shit like that and get away with it. My breathing quickened and as I walked further and further away from the house, the more the fear was replaced with anger.

How dare Harry tell Perrie?

I trusted him. I knew Harry told her thinking it was in his best interest to tell her, but it wasn't fucking his problem to tell. I was fuming by the time I walked further from the house. I broke into a run, trying to escape my thoughts. I trusted Perrie, I did. But I only knew her for a few hours. It wasn't enough to have her know my deepest secrets. And the fact that Harry had told her, had me hurting like a bitch.

I jogged my way through town, not knowing where I was heading. The only thought that crossed my mind was that I needed to get as far away from Harry and Perrie to think. It wasn't that big of a deal to anyone else, but to me, what hurt the most was I trusted Harry and he broke my trust. I shook my head and kept jogging, glancing behind once more. And the thing that hurt the most, was that Harry had made no attempt to come after me.

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I jogged my way through Princes Park. I gasped and plonked into one of the benches as I caught my breath. I glanced around. I had been running for half an hour straight, having no aim. I almost contemplated, turning on my heels and running right back to Harry, but I was too stubborn for that. I had to show him I was strong. Stronger than running back to him when times were difficult at least. Another stupid reason was that I had no idea how to head back. I made so many twists and turns, that I created my own maze as I ran and had no idea how to find my way back. Great!

But I had to worry about that later. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, as I sat on the bench, gasping. I glanced around. The park was beautiful. Flowers bloomed along the pathways and the sprinkler was on, shooting water on all sides. Adults and runners jogged their way through pathways while business men and women took shortcuts through the park before getting to their respective buildings. Kids and children alike ran into the sprinklers despite their mothers protests. I smiled as I watched the mothers pull their kids out of the sprinklers way.

This was the way everything was supposed to be. Simple. Without a trace or a hint of a distraction. But life wasn't simple. And with the constant problems in mine, I had to be reminded of that every single second of every single day. I sighed as I pulled my jeans up. Should I ask someone how to go back? My thoughts were cut short when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Damn it! This was the twentieth time Harry had called. I glanced at the screen, seeing Harry's name there and shut my phone off. I knew he was going to be worried, but I didn't care. I couldn't handle taking to him right now. Not when it was him who I was pissed off with in the first place.

"Are you lost?" I glanced up to the source of the voice and glanced at a boy who looked about nineteen. He was gorgeous. Well not as gorgeous as Harry, but he could definitely give Harry a run for his money. He had blonde hair and kind hazel eyes and a crooked smile that was contagious. I felt myself smile against my own accord.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

He motioned to me to scoot on the other side on the bench so he could sit too. I froze for a second but the thought, what the hell? He looked nice enough.