What I Thought Was Love

Chapter Thirteen

“Oh shit!” I said and quickly turned back around to face Harry, “Do you think they saw us.”

“Yeah, he’s just ignoring us.” I turned back around to look again and this time we made eye contact. His blue eyes were full of pain, he quickly turned back around and held Madison’s hand from across the table. I felt the tears well in my eyes as I turned back and faced Harry. Harry saw me and immediately stood up and walked away, he came back seconds later with to-go bowls for our food. He poured my soup into the container and did the same with his, then he held his hand out and said “Let’s go, you don’t deserve this.” I took his hand and we left.

 Tears occasionally continued to fall from my face as Harry drove us back to my apartment. Harry held my hand when he noticed the pain and the tears. When finally arrived back at my apartment and Harry carried everything in. I told Harry I needed a minute and I went to my room, I started sobbing trying to stifle the sounds by my pillow. A couple minutes passed when I finally heard a knock on the door.

“Can I come in?” Harry whispered.

“No.”

“Please Rosemarie.”

“Okay.” Harry walked in with a plate of cookies and a glass on milk.

“Sit up babe, have some cookies.” He smiled trying to make me feel better, then he sat on the bed with me. He leaned forward and wiped the tears off my cheek, I grabbed a cookie and started to eat it.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Harry said looking down at his feet, not meeting my eyes. “I purposefully laid next to you last night, I swear I thought Niall would never find out!” I could feel the blood leaving my face.

“Why did you do that Harry?” I said with a little anger in my voice. But Harry didn’t reply, he just continued to stare at the bed, playing with the fringe on my blanket.

“Harry?! Why would you do that?” I said raising my voice. Still no response. “Fuck you Harry!” I said jumping off the bed and going into the living room.

“You deserve better.” I heard Harry mumble as he came in after me.

“Who are you to decide that?” I snapped back at him.

“You are fucking clueless Rosemarie. Niall is only using you for your body! You said yourself last night that you already knew me better than you knew him!” Harry yelled back, this time he was angry.

“I was drunk last night.” I said quickly without thinking it through.

“Oh, so you didn’t mean anything you said last night?” Harry said with anger, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“No.” I said quietly back to him, but I couldn’t manage to make eye contact with him.

“Then why am I here? Am I just some charity case to you Rose?” Harry yelled.

“Don’t call me Rose,” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Don’t you ever. Fucking. Call. Me. Rose. Again.” I said and slapped him in the face. I walked right past him and this time I locked my bedroom door behind me. I heard Harry punch the wall then storm out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. I was all alone again.