Back And Forth (Sequel To Sent From Above)

56. Guilt

"What the fuck happened back there?!" Ashton spoke up after a long silence back to the hotel. I coughed, hoping Ashton wouldn't bother me with those questions. If even I don't know what happened back there.

"You can't stay silent forever Remi. This has got to be brought up sooner or later."

"I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"Uh yeah this needs to be talked about!" He scoffed, "You clearly just made out with your ex-fiancé back there!" He yells.

"Please Ashton. I don't want to talk about it." I said, walking to my room. Ashton didn't like me ignoring him and walked a bit faster than me and stepped in front of me, blocking me from the door of my room. Frowning, Ashton crossed his arms over his chest and his face expression hardened. His jaw seemed tensed as he looked at me, hoping to get anything from my face expression.

"You're blocking me from my door. Mind stepping to the side?" I asked, already annoyed at his childish actions. He shakes his head no, not moving a inch from where he was standing.

I grunt, tapping my foot on the floor impatiently. I could be here all day and not say nothing but I wasn't gonna do that.

Turning my feet, I walked to the elevators, remembering their was a bar not too far. Not the same bar I accidentally bumped into Harry.

Is he still there? I thought.

"Where are you going?!" I heard Ashton yell at me. I grunt in response, hoping he wasn't going to follow me. "Remi!"

"Leave me alone!" I said, "I'm going out on my own for a few. I'll be back later Ashton." He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He only nodded and watched me take a corner to the elevators. I looked behind me to see if he was following but no sign.

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Getting out the hotel into the hot weather of L.A. made me regret wearing a thick sweater. You would think in Cali at night would be a bit cooler but not today.

Walking past buildings and people, I found it rather peaceful here than in New York city. People here didn't care who you were or didn't bother you. Some girls spotted me but would never come up to me to ask for stuff.

I came down here with Ashton for two purposes. One, for just being tourists and checking places out. The other reason was to look for a place to move in. All night last night me and Ashton looked on the web for places that weren't too shabby but not too expensive either.

Ashton knew I was moving down here from New York after I'm done with this school year. He was pretty upset I was dropping out from one of the most prestigious universities but on the other side he would understand. Everywhere I turned back home would remind me of memories of Harry and me. I can't last no longer. Especially being in the same apartment where we once shared or even worse, sleeping in the same bed.

Everything of Harry that was left in my apartment was either sent back to him or probably in the dumpster of New York. I gave no care for him a month later when I saw photos of him going in his hotel with girls. Night after night. If not it would be up to two girls. It sickened me to think I spent four years with him. I gave four years of my life to him. It angered me. I never thought the day that I would hate Harry Styles would come but it did.

But that earlier today broke it. It broke something that was growing in me. What did I do? I gave in! That wasn't supposed to happen. Seeing him in that bar yelling at a journalist who was interrogating him few moments ago clicked quite some spark in me which resulted to back up for Harry. It was something I haven't done nor felt in a long time. He was a fragile kind person but seeing him react like that.. that wasn't the Harry I no longer knew.

So much changed of him. His hair, more tattoos, and his attitude. I, of course wanted to talk but my mind would warn me to back away and get the hell out of there. I would remind myself of so many reasons to why I hate him and should never talk to him again. But him being right there in my presence, I couldn't contain myself. I had to talk to him. I had to see him. I missed him.

Channeling back to the real world, I realized I was in front of the bar I was with Ashton and where I saw Harry. Gulping, I was bit hesitant to take a step in. I looked around hoping no one would noticed I was just standing there looking a bit weird. What I forgot to do was look behind me.

"Looking for me?" He whispered in my ear.