Harry's POV
"You lied to me," she cried, "you slept with her!"
"What are you talking about babe?" I asked her, totally confused at what she was accusing me of
"You know full well what I'm talking about Harry," she cried, even more tears falling down her face this time. Why is she crying? I asked myself
"Can you just explain to me what's going on?" I asked, trying to be calm
"She did reply to me, but through a direct message," she said, wiping her eyes as she spoke, "and she said you'd been lying to me about you guys this whole time,"
"Liv baby, I don't understand," she shoved her phone in my face that was still open to the direct messages between her and Johannah or Alex; what ever you wanted to call her. I read through the messages. To be completely honest I wasn't shocked about what Liv was told, I should have known that she would have tried something like this. But the revealing of who she actually was, that's what shocked me. She knew we were on to her and she didn't care
"Do you understand now?" She sobbed
"Yeah, I do," I sighed, "but this is all fake, for starters that photo was from This Is Us, I'm sure you can even google that photo,"
"But it still doesn't explain whether or not you slept with her,"
"I didn't," I said, a lot more firmly than I probably should have, "and I certainly didn't message her telling her to come here,"
"It doesn't make sense though," she sobbed again. Her tears were coming down harder than I've ever seen them. I bravely moved closer to her to wipe them away, but she flinched and moved away even further, "don't touch me,"
"Liv please, you have to understand. None of this ever happened," I told her. I was being one hundred percent honest. I never slept with Johannah. And I certainly didn't message her telling her to come here, why would I do that to the girl I've been helplessly in love with for most of the time I've known her?
"I just don't know,"
"Why would I ever do something like that to you?" I asked, "I'd never lie to you,"
"I don't see why you wouldn't about this though," Of course she'd think that, of course a guy would lie to his girlfriend about cheating. But me? I'd rather die before I cheated. Well maybe not, I did cheat on Kendall with Liv, more than once. Let me rephrase that then, I would die before I cheated on Liv. Especially with a bimbo like Johannah
"I get that I do," I told her, "but I'd rather die before I cheated,"
"You can't say that Harry," she said, her words muffled from her hands covering her face, "you cheated on Kendall with me, why should I believe you'd change? Doesn't the saying go once a cheater only a cheater?"
"Well for starters, if I did sleep with Johannah, I don't think it would really be classified as cheating because we weren't together then,"
"Exactly we weren't so why are you lying about it?"
"I'm not lying Liv," I told her. Hoping she'd get it through her head
"I don't know what to believe," she sobbed again, "I want to believe you, but I need to be alone right now, I need to think,"
"Liv we can talk about this,"
"But not now," she sighed, "I need space Harry,"
"Okay fine," I gave in, getting up off of the bed and headed towards the door, "you know where I'll be; when you're ready to talk," I closed the door behind me and made the short trek down the hallway towards my own bedroom.I collapsed on my bed almost instantly. It was almost funny that I didn't realise that Johannah would go and say those exact words to Liv, and if I wasn't involved I would be laughing at the situation that was playing out if this was a movie. But it's not, this is my life. What hurt the most was that Liv didn't know if she could believe me or not. Not that I'd given her any reason not to. What also hurt was that every time Liv and I were finally moving a step forward towards fixing or relationship something like this has to come along and push us three steps back.
I sat on my bed for God knows how long, deciding that I needed to talk to someone. But who could I call? I asked my self. I couldn't call my mum, she'd blast me, she was still really angry with me for even talking to Johannah. Gem would side with Liv; she always does. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts deciding to call Louis. Hoping he wasn't with El. "Hey mate," he answered, "what's up?"
"Hey, have I called you at a bad time?" I asked
"Nope, El's coming over in about half an hour though,"
"Oh okay,"
"So what's up?"
"Johannah told Liv that I slept with her when I was in LA," I told him
"You didn't, did you?"
"Oh God no!" I exclaimed, "she wanted to, and she made it really obvious,"
"So what's the issue if you didn't do it?"
"Liv doesn't believe me,"
"That changes things then,"
"It's just so fucked up, every time we take a step forward in mending our relationship something comes along and fucks it up again," I said
"So you're actually on the way to mending it then?" He asked
"Yeah," I sighed, "we actually got back together this afternoon, but now I guess we're back to where we started,"
"Oh wow, not what I expected at all," he said, "so what are you gonna do now?" He asked
"I dunno mate," I said, "she said she needed time and space before we talked about it,"
"And you should give it to her,"
"But I'm scared its gonna tear us apart again. She was already really hesitant about even giving it another shot to begin with,"
"You didn't tell me that,"
"No I didn't. But you all knew I needed time before it went back to how we were," i said
"So what are you gonna do?" He asked. I thought to my self for a minute before I answered. There was a knock on my bedroom door; and I knew it could only be one person
"Yeah one sec," I called out, but the door opened anyways, and I could see Liv walking through the door closing it behind her, "look mate I have to go," I said
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later," he said and hung up the phone
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