Bipolar

Chapter 50

As I stagger into the apartment, sitting the take out box I got for Harry down on the counter, I realized he was sleeping by the soft snores coming from his plump lips. I rubbed my hand over my face, walking over to my bags. I pulled out a shirt along with a pair of shorts. After changing I crawled into bed sleepily wanting to just lay in Harry's arms all night long. "Goodnight, Harry." I whisper not wanting to wake him up, I kiss his cheek softly.

"Baby, this is really good, thank you for getting me it!" I hear Harry yell as I get ready in the bathroom. I chuckle shaking my head to myself as I put on my deodorant. I walk out of the bathroom seeing Harry eat the food hungrily in the box I brought home last night for him. "I'm glad it's good, it was expensive." I smile, my lips curving up some more. "Well, thank you." He sang and I playfully rolled my eyes as I slip my shoes on.

"I'm gonna go to Starbucks, okay?" I say as he chokes a bit, coughing to clear his throat after. "Alright, I'll be here, not watching American Horror Story." He smiles childishly and i narrow my eyes at him. "You better not! I'm serious, Harry." I say sternly as I put my hands on my hips. "Alright, I won't." He huffs stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork then placing it in his mouth, chewing slowly. I smile to myself then grab my purse, heading out the door.

As I walk to Starbucks, I felt as if I were being watched, which was probably just my weird, insane imagination, but the one percent of me thinks I'm still being watched. I turn my head, walking faster, I quickly dial Harry's phone number. After two rings, he answers. "Hi, baby." Harry says then lets out a sneeze making me smile, it was so cute! "Hey, What are ya doing?" I say passing a group of old women making me feel a but safer, I don't know why though.

"I'm just scrolling through Twitter, well, I was, until you called." He says with sass making me giggle. "Oh, okay, well, I'll let you get back to..twittering." I say and he laughs. "Alright, get back safe, love." He says and I chirp out an 'okay' then hang up.

When I get my coffee, I felt a hand grasp my ass, what the hell? I whip around seeing a man, maybe around my age, but I'm not sure by the stubble on his face. "Hey, honey." Ew, no. "Do not call me that." I seethe, narrowing my eyes up at him. He has no right to touch me and call me that name, it's inappropriate and I have Harry! "Why not? You don't like it?" He smirks knowing he was annoying me. I continue trying to walk to the hotel, but he grabs my wrist pulling back on me. "May I help you?" I hiss trying to hold back a scream. "Fix the problem, in my pants." He says lowly in my ear trying to seduce me, I only cringe. "Look here, buddy. You can go fix your own fucking problem! I have a boyfriend and I have him on speed dial. He will not like you groping me and talking this way, so if I were you I would go away." I say pushing back on his chest to get him away from me.

"Fine, you aren't even that cute anyways." He says curling his lip in disgust. I roll my eyes and walk back to the hotel with aggravation pumping in my veins. "Whoa, what's the matter?" I hear Harry ask as I throw my purse down, throwing the empty cup into the garbage bin. "Fucking asshole at the fucking place who got on my fucking damn nerves and fucking touched me." I let out a whine, a tear falling from my eyes. "What? Touched you? Where?" Harry asks concerned locking his phone then placing it on the bedside table.

"There, there was this guy who-who grabbed my butt, then he told me to fix a problem in his pants." I sob feeling emotional, probably because I'm on my period now, since this morning. "He was just a pervert, Harry." I cry as he wraps me in his warm, comforting arms. "If I ever meet him, I swear I'm going to fix that problem in his damn pants. I'll rip his fucking dick off so he won't have anymore damn problems." He grumbles loudly squeezing my shoulders with his arms tighter.

"I just want to take a nap," I say slowly lying down in the bed. "Be with me, please?" I whisper looking up at Harry, puckering my bottom lip out. "Okay, I will." He smiles laying against me, pulling me closer to him making me smile incredibly wide. "Harry, you are still getting help when we get back home, right?" I ask curiously as I pick at the hem of his black t-shirt. He tenses up beside me and I sort of wish I never had said anything to him about it. "Uh, yeah, I guess..." He says quietly and I nod slowly against his warm, comfortable chest, hearing the rhythmic beat of his amazing, big heart.

I flutter my eyes open, squinting to adjust to the brightness coming from the open curtains to the window. I swing my arm over not feeling Harry, where did he go? I sit up rubbing my eyes, then pull the covers away, stepping onto the cold, hardwood floor. "Babe, where are you.." I trail off finding a note on the counter.

Went for breakfast with Calum and Ash, I made you some eggs, bacon, and toast, it's on the counter. I love you so much, baby!!! - Harry :)

I smile at his messy, yet still readable handwriting as I place it back near the sink, pulling the plate towards me that had the food he made for me. He's just a sweetheart, I love him. As I eat the food, I get a text message from Harry.

Harry - Good morning, beautiful. I hope you got the note on the counter. And I hope you enjoy the food. I'll be back around noon, I love you. 😘

I smile and reply putting my fork back down on my plate.

The food is amazing, thank you so much. I love you too, and I hope you have fun with the boys! 😆

I place my phone back down turning the volume up on the tv listening to some news channel talking about Obama and political stuff, that I had no idea about, but I enjoyed it for some boring reason.

After eating, I cleaned up my mess, and as I do, the door opens then shuts. I hear keys meet a hard surface, along with boots hitting the floor. "Babe?" I call out smiling as I turn corner. "Hey," he smiles wrapping his arms around my waist, then planting a kiss on my mouth, our tongues fighting against each other; he won of course.

"Tonight we leave," I sigh leaning my head on his chest. "I know, it was fun being here." Harry says and I nod as he kisses my head through my messy hair. "Maybe we can move down here, Harry, and live here forever, and we can --" He cut me off before I could say another word.

"We're not moving here, Jade." He chuckles in disbelief. "And why not? It's better than New York." I say and he raises his eyebrows letting go of me and crossing his arms over his chest. "You can't be serious, New York has better people, not scums everywhere roaming the streets." He spits rolling his eyes at me. "But it's so pretty here, and the people are..okay, we can stay here." I say and he shakes his head walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. "No, Jade, we're going back to New York, and that's final!" He yells, spit going through the air, his neck veins popping out.

I roll my eyes stomping out of the hotel room and go into the hall seeing a broken down Beth crying, her head shaking in her arms against her knees. What is the matter with her? "Bethany, hey, what's wrong?" I ask her using her actual name. "Ashton is mad at me because I was talking with some boy on the phone. I was just talking about strippers because he said he was one and I was like, oh that's cool, and then Ashton got pissed." Beth rolls her reddened eyes then continues to cry in her hands. "Join the club. Harry is also pissed at me because I wanted to live down here and then argued over it, and now he's angry." I sigh running a shaky hand through my hair.

"He needs help though, he's a fucking lunatic," Beth laughs looking into my eyes and I raise my eyebrows. "Excuse you?" I say pushing her away when she tried to touch me. "It's the truth, didn't you say he needed help?" She says quirking up an eyebrow. "Yes, because I'm concerned about him, and I never said he was a 'fucking lunatic'. You're terrible, Beth." I say shaking my head then going back into the hotel room. Harry was drinking alcohol, like he usually does now when he's mad.

"Hey," I whisper sitting beside him. "Hi." He says offering me some vodka, but I decline laying back on the bed. "I'm sorry for suggesting we move down here. I just love it so much, I wanted to stay." I laugh breathily as I stare up at the white, smooth ceiling not wanting to look at Harry. "I'm sorry too, I got too.. angry, when it wasn't even that big of a deal. I just didn't want to leave my family." Harry says and I agree. I never thought of them until now and how much I would miss them.

"Yeah, I really want to see them," I say biting my lip then sitting up. "Yeah, me too." He whispers looking over at me and I smile at him. I kiss his cheek then go to get ready.

note// my cousins are here and I don't know if I'll be able to update as much. They'll be gone by Tuesday, though.