Serendipity by the Sea

Chapter Fifty-Four

SARAH'S POV

I threw my cell phone across the room, in a fit of anger. I can't believe he doesn't trust me. He always told me to never believe what's in the magazines, but now he has "proof," with a few photos in a sleazy magazine. If we had spoken over the last two weeks, then maybe he would realize that I have been so depressed being without him; my brother came to cheer me up. Ugh, Harry, how could you?

I stood up and paced back and forth in the apartment. I could hear my cell phone ringing over and over. I knew it was Harry calling, but I just couldn't speak to him right now. I just can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. That's what a relationship is based off of: trust, love and friendship. We haven't spoken in a few weeks and that made the love and friendship hard. So, all we had left was trust. I trusted him and that was difficult for me because Harry was the most sought after celebrity lately.

I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I sat at the kitchen counter and recounted the conversation that I just had with Harry. Was I too harsh? Did I overreact? Maybe I should call him?

No.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

HARRY's POV

I've been calling her since she hung up on me. I can't screw this up. Sarah is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've left her a dozen voicemails apologizing for accusing her of cheating. I was so dumb to have said that. She was right, I always told her to never believe the magazines and here I am, a hypocrite.

She hasn't picked up and I'm going on the 50th phone call to her cell phone. I hit the 'end' button before her voicemail picked up. I scrolled through my contacts and called Liam.

"Mate, I need to go back to the States."

"Okay, why?"

"Sarah and I just had a huge fight on the phone and now, she isn't answering. I need to go there to fix this."

"Harry. We have an album to finish tomorrow. Can't it wait? You can fly out once we're done."

"Liam, if I don't leave now there will be nothing to fix."

"Call Niall and Louis before you leave."

I called Louis first and explained what happened. He was sympathetic to the situation and told me to go. After I hung up with Louis, I tried calling Sarah again, but she didn't answer. I dialed Niall, through Facetime and he picked up almost immediately.

"Niall. Sarah and I had a fight. I need to go back to...."

Niall interrupted, "I know mate. She called me."

"Sarah called you?"

"Yeah. She's really pissed. I think you should give her some time to calm down."

"What did she say?"

"She told me to not let you leave London. She knows that we have this album to finish and she knows how important this is to you. She made me promise to not let you leave."

"Well, too bad. I'm going."

"Harry, you just have to let it breathe, okay? Just give her a few hours and try calling again. She'll calm down. Mate, remember when this exact situation happened to you? You always have photos of you and a girl; Sarah never doubted you. Now, you doubt her. Just picture how you felt when you've been accused of cheating, now double it; that's how Sarah's feeling." Niall was sympathetic in his voice and tried to get me to understand how Sarah was feeling at this moment. In my two past relationships, I was accused of cheating on a girl because a photo surfaced of me hugging someone else. It was an awful feeling and here I am, doing the same thing.

"Niall. I need to see her."

"I know. I know. I promise it'll blow over. She's just upset. Let me come to you; we'll hang out."

"Alright."

I hung up with Niall and opened my laptop. I composed an email to Sarah.

Sarah. My dear, sweet, Sarah,

The feeling of regret glides through my veins as I type this message to you. I have been so enthralled with my work lately; I never thought how it was affecting you. There is no excuse for my words. I love you. I need you. I always want you in my life. You have shown me that there is a world out there, greater than what I've been living. You have been my stability. You are mine and I am yours. You know me as just Harry. Please forgive me. I am so sorry.

I love you.

H. xo

I opened my journal and started to write some feelings down on the blank pages. Niall arrived a short while after and after I went over my side of the story, he picked up a guitar and started to strum a beat. It's strange how scenarios in life can increase your musical creativity. But within 30 minutes, Niall and I had written a song. It was something that I've never experienced before; pure, poetic and something worthy of an album.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

SARAH's POV

I pressed the 'send' button and my cell phone rang. The caller I.D. showed "Danielle" calling.

"Hey"

"Sarah, what's wrong? You sound awful."

"Harry and I had a fight. He accused me of cheating on him."

"He did what?"

"It all went so fast, Danielle. I think I overacted and I want to call him. But, his words hurt me. I can't just forget that."

"I'm on my way over now. I'll bring junk food."

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"So, what did Harry have to say?"

Niall and Danielle had stayed in touch over the time that Harry and Sarah have been dating. They met backstage at the concert in Los Angeles and exchanged telephone numbers.

"He's pretty torn up. He obviously knows he's screwed up."

"You have to keep him in London, Niall. She doesn't want him leaving before the album is done."

"I know. She told me. I'm going to do my best."

"She didn't end up telling him, because they were fighting, but the Museum is sending Sarah to New York for two weeks on business."

"Really? When does she leave?"

"In two days. I think it'll be good for her, career-wise. But, I think this fight is going to linger."

"Should I tell Harry?"

"I don't know."

There was silence on the phone, before Danielle spoke up again, "Niall, do you think they'll be okay?"

"I hope so."