Complicated // h.s.

seventeen

I really haven't been talking to Harry ever since he left. I thought that if I talked to him, I would tell him all of the things that I have done accidentally, sort of. He would leave voicemails and texts, but I wouldn't really respond. I ended up just turning off my phone all together because I was tired of the notifications and the guilt that was coming with it.

I ended up having one of my elective classes with Keeton which didn't make the situation any better. He just reminded me of what I have done. We still talked though. He was nice to talk to. His friends were slowly becoming my friends because I would end up hanging out with him every day just to have someone to talk to other than Cara.

I was in my room trying to arrange my binders the way that I had wanted. I was looking through my syllabuses to see all that I had to look forward to the next year. Cara soon came in and sat her bag down before stripping out of her shirt and changing into something more comfortable.

"Have you been talking to Harry?" Cara asked.

My eyes widened before I looked up at her.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because he practically thinks you are dead. I talked to him this morning. Are you going to LA this weekend to see him?" Cara asked me.

It was actually Friday. He was supposed to come here and pick me up for the weekend, but I don't know if that is still happening.

"He's supposed to pick me up after my classes." I mumbled.

"Your classes are over. Where is he?' Cara continued to question.

I was tired of being interrogated, so I got off my bed, slipped off my shoes, and walked out of the room without another word. Knowing that Harry is a man of his word, he would probably come and is probably almost to the campus. I just walked to get my mind off of Harry and Keeton.

I didn't get very far on my walk and getting my mind off of them because Harry soon walked up to me. The closer that he got to me the more I saw his frown. I regretted walking towards the parking lot the closer that he got to me. I wasn't prepared to face him just yet.

"Hey." Harry said keeping a good amount of distance between us. "I've been worried about you. Where have you been?"

I looked up at the sky before looking back at him. He stepped closer to us and he massaged my cheek with his thumb. I leaned in more to his touch missing it dearly.

"I missed you, baby." Harry whispered.

I nodded my head before closing the space between us and embracing him in a hug.

"I missed you." I assured him. "I was just so busy with classes and I was distracted."

It was partially true. I wasn't entirely lying.

"I just need to get the hang of things." I assured.

Harry kissed my forehead before moving away from our embrace.

"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked me as he grabbed my hand.

I nodded my head. We began to walk together towards my dorm hall. I prayed that I wouldn't run into Keeton because we normally met around this time for a late lunch with Cara.

"How's college life?" Harry asked.

"Fine." I smiled.

"I'm so proud of you." Harry said with a smile.

Don't say that. He was making me feel bad the more he talked about it. We then got to my dorm hall, and before we could go in I heard him call my name.