High Hopes // h.s [COMPLETED]

XXIV. Please make it...

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CHAPTER 24

Niall...

Zayn...

Louis...

Liam...

I know those names. I know I do, I just can't remember what significance they have in my life. Harry mentioned they're his band mates. His band...One...Two? No, One...One Direction. But why is Harry the only one I remember? Is it because he served my life a whole lot of shit? Or because he's with me almost everyday? And then there's Cara, I can't remember what she looked like, and her last name...Dela...Deli...My subconscious starts to faint. Thinking too much isn't doing me any good, it'll only make my condition worse than it already is. I sat attentively, listening to their story, keeping my face as straight as possible even though I'm witnessing the worst of my life.

Harry and Cara keep their story as PG as possible and I'm relieved that they did. I didn't want to delve into what was their sexual involvement that night-the thought made me cringe. Harry started listing down all the things they talk about that night that led to the sex-the management.

"So you're saying that, you were mad at your management because they forced you to be more intimate with Cara and keep away from me as possible so the media won't try to make a story of it?" I lean back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest, my eyebrow raised. "Well, congratulations Harry, you got what you wanted. That was a pretty intimate night I must say." I scoff.

"Jasmine, please understand that-" Raising my hand, I block Cara out.

"No, what you fail to understand is that you two weren't even supposed to be a couple in the first place. So when the going gets tough you two end up in each other's business." I sigh, pointedly at Cara. "Why did you say yes, Cara? I never imagined you to be so..." I can't say slutty. "So...abdicating."

She doesn't reply and a pang of hurt hits me in the stomach, my subconscious is patting me on the shoulder to comfort me, She wanted it to happen, it wasn't just Harry...Should I blame her? Should I also stay mad with her? Or should I try a different tack and get mad at the management who started the publicity stunt in the first place? I mean, from the sound of their story, truly Harry wanted to defend me, he was just mad that he couldn't make a choice that led to this whole bucket of shit. Suddenly my subconscious is reeling, Shit. When Harry is mad...the thoughts come unbidden to my mind.

"How many times?" I purse my lips, showing no emotion and bracing myself for the answer. I hear them shift uncomfortably, probably sharing an inside struggle between the both of them. I sit back, waiting for their answer.