Treacherous

Part 15

I quickly snapped my hand back as Harry turned to look at me. We had both been frozen and staring at the door after my brother left, but now that we were alone, a new kind of tension engulfed me.

He reached up to run a hand through his hair. "That was a close one." He said softly as I glanced away. Yes, It had been a close one. But all of this could have been avoided if we would just tell his fans about us.

I looked over at the clock as I yawned. It was already nearly 10. "I should get going." I muttered softly as I turned to look back up at him again. His gaze held mine for a moment before he turned to also check the time. "It's late."

He bit the inside of his lip as he shrugged his shoulders. "I mean," He began. "You could always stay here. You used to live here and all. What's one night of you staying here going to do?" He said to me.

I knew he was right, it didn't have to mean anything. I could always just go to sleep, and leave in the morning. There didn't have to be any strings attacked. Yet, every time I even looked at Harry, the urge to be mad at him drifted away. I didn't want to hold the grudge and think about what he had done to humiliate me the other day in front of my friends. Instead, I wanted him to hold me and tell me that he would always be there for me.

I sighed as I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Alright, I guess that's alright." I said softly as he grinned and reached over to lock the door. 

My heart jumped a bit as the sound of the lock caught my attention. It wasn't hard for me to walk over and unlock it, but still. something about being locked here with Harry frightened me and intrigued me at the same exact time.

He shrugged his jacket off and threw it onto the couch as he stretched out his long arms. "You know, We make a really good team." He told me as he let out a bit of a laugh. I rested my back against the wall as I smiled over at him. We did make a good team, we always had made a great one.

"Yeah," I said as he took a step closer to me. "We did a pretty good job with that one."

He smiled at me as he stopped in front of me, tilting his curly head to the side as he studied me. "Where have you been the past couple of days?" He asked.

I glanced down at the ground. What was I going to say? Avoiding you? "Oh, I was just taking it easy. Didn't feel too good." I lied.

He nodded as the tip of his toes stopped right against mine. His green eyes studied me the same way that they used to; filled with love and desire. No, he didn't love me anymore. He couldn't have, he cheated on me and hurt me. He also humiliated me in front of my friends.

But maybe Max was right, maybe he was just jealous. That would explain almost everything that he had done recently to me. But, it didn't make any of it alright. He was still a jerk for hurting me like that.

His long fingers reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as I stiffened. He still had the same effect on me that he always had. "Do you miss me?" He asked, catching me completely off guard.

I blinked up at him as his fingers reached down to stroke my jaw line. "What?" I asked through shivers. his fingers left small tickles against me as he trailed it down my arm and eventually resting his palm firmly against my side.

"Do you miss me?" He asked again, tilting his head to the left as he bit down on his lip. He knew that whenever he did that, I wanted to melt. The sight of him like that had always, and will always, be one of my biggest weaknesses.

I looked away, trying my best to ignore him without pulling away. Even though I didn't want to give into him and tell him I did, I still longed for his touch. It still gave me the same chills that it always had and since I have lacked them for a while, they were ten times worse.

I shook my head. "I don't know why you are asking me that." I said through my teeth.

He smiled down at me as I turned to look up at him again. "Oh don't be like that Lauren. You saw how amazing we are together. I know, you have to miss me too." My eyes stared up into his. He said miss me too... Implying the fact that he did indeed miss me.

I shook my head. "No I don't." I lied, and apparently it was a pretty terrible lie from the look on his face. He always knew when I was lying.

He gently ran his hand up my side and then resting it back where it had been a bit ago. He smiled down at me as I turned away. His face was only a couple of inches from mine. "Lauren you have to miss my touch." He told me. His touch was my kryptonite. It always lingered on my skin for days after he touched me.

I shook my head again as I turned to face him completely. I didn't want to give in, I couldn't. "Anyone can touch me like that Harry." I said as I reached down to remove his hand from my waist. He looked down at me a bit startled. "I'm not your toy, you can't mess around with me when you feel like it. I have feelings and what you do to me hurts." I said sharply as I took in the shock and worry written across his face.

He licked his lips as he shook his head. "No, Lauren that's not what I meant-" 

I cut in. "No, stop. I don't want you to use me and then break my heart again Harry. I agreed to this but I didn't agree to you messing with my emotions too. You can't do that, it's not fair." 

He looked down at his hands as he stood there for a moment, processing the information that I had just said to him. Maybe it actually made sense to him. Maybe now he actually knew how much he was hurting me every time he felt like trying to be nice to me.

I looked away as I cross my arms across my chest. "It's late, we should go to bed." His eyes turned to look at mine again before he nodded.

"You're right." He said softly. I didn't know if he was talking about my emotions, or going to bed. He sighed a couple of seconds later and then turned to look over at the couch. "You can sleep in the bed, I'll take the couch."

My heart filled with sadness. His emotions seemed completely drained, almost as if what I had just said to him really hurt him too. He didn't know how much it hurt me, but something told me he was well aware of how much it was stinging himself.

"Harry." I muttered softly. I felt bad, sure, he could hurt me and I would be in agony over it for a couple of weeks, but me hurting him was different. It killed me to see him sad and upset, especially when it was my fault.

He turned around with a fake smirk as he reached up to run his hand through his hair. "I'm beat, go to sleep before I change my mind and make you sleep on the couch." He said with a small laugh as I smiled back at him.

I took a step back towards the hall and paused, turning to look at him. He still stood there, his eyes completely frozen on me. "Goodnight Harry." I said softly as a small smile spread across his lips.

"Goodnight babe." His husky voice said to me, making my heart ache again.

Even if we were or weren't together, I knew I would always have feelings for him. Even if I tried to deny them and try to hid them away. Maybe we weren't good together, and maybe we hurt each other too much, but that didn't mean that I wouldn't care about him.

I closed the door and walked over towards the familiar bed that I used to sleep in every night. I pulled the heavy cover onto me as I tucked my head against my pillow.

Or maybe I did still love Harry. Maybe that is why I feel like this. I closed my eyes, no. It can't be.