"Do you think all of this.. pent up anger we've been showing each other is because of our fears of losing the other?" Harry asks, his big green eyes making contact with mine.
"Maybe." I shrug, upset.
"But it shouldn't."
There was a silence after I s...
Later that day, the boys showed some concern over me and Harry's relationship. Simon had already left for his meeting by then, and I told them it's nothing and that they shouldn't worry about it.
But it's all stupidity anyway.
I'm currently in the bathroom, getting ready to go out with the other guys to Alex's show tonight.
My hair was halfway up, similar to how Bella had hers before. Tonight I was wearing a short pink dress, slightly low cut, but nothing too deep.
Along with my gold jewelry and white boots, that ended at the knee.
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I begin to swipe my cheek back and forth with my makeup brush to add onto my bronze makeup, when I notice Liam walk in the bathroom.
"Hey." He says, leaning on the doorframe.
"Hi." I say, swiping the other cheek with the brush, still looking in the mirror.
"Just letting you know, if you wanted to know-" He begins, stammering. "Harry's not coming tonight."
I raise my eyebrows, unfazed. "To tell you the truth Liam, I am not surprised." "It's been so ridiculous with him lately, everything that's been going on between us and Alex." I say, shaking my head.
"I get that Lizzy, but he's not avoiding his gig tonight because he doesn't want to go." Liam says. "He's really sick, he's even gotten worse."
I put down my brush and bronzer, and face Liam. "He's gotten worse?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Yeah." Liam says, nodding. "He would've come tonight, to make it up to you." "I wish I could explain how much he cares about you Lizzy, but the conversation would never end."
I take a deep breath and sigh. The corner of my eyes meet the mirror as I paused to think for a moment.
"I'm gonna go and check up on him." I say, taking my white clutch from the bathroom countertop.
"Attagirl, that's the Lizzy I know." He grins, as I give him a half smile.
I make my way to Harry's room and take a peek inside. I wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, but he looked very weak on his bed.
Still hugging that pillow with all his might, turned to the side.
With all the blankets on top of him. No wonder he feels worse.
"Are you done staring?" He asks, as I roll my eyes and I walk in. "I have a fever Lizzy, not the plague."
"And that fever is gonna get worse if you don't take these blankets off." I say protesting, as I try to remove the covers, but he fights me on it.
