Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Harry's POV~

As Andy drives along the dim LA roads, I begin to think about what she said. I know exactly who you are. What does that even mean? How does she know me? I've never seen her before.

I notice Andy's hand reach between us to control the radio. She presses 'disc' and immediately Fix You by Coldplay plays. I smile and say,"I love this song." She nods, keeping her eyes on the road. "Me too," she says.

My head is pounding, and I look to the clock to see the time. It's 12:05 a.m., nowhere near as late, or early, as I thought it was. I squint my eyes, trying to clear by blurry vision.

She pulls into the campus and I realize I never told her where I needed her to take me. "How did you know I went to school here?" She puts the car in park and looks at me. "Like I said, I know who you are."

I shake my head, running my fingers through my hair. "How?" I ask, confused. She smiles,"Doesn't matter. Now go get some sleep, you'll need it." I roll my eyes and scramble out of the car. "Hey, Harry?" I turn around at the sound of her voice.

I raise my eyebrows in response. "You forgot your phone," she says, holding it between her fingers. I lose my footing trying to lean into the car to grab my phone, and soon my face is only an inch away from Andy's.

She leans in and connects her lips to mine. Her lips are warm and she sets her hand on my shoulder. I wait a moment before pulling away, realizing this is all wrong. I rub my temples in frustration and confusion of this night. When she kissed me, I felt nothing. Yet, I don't know why I pulled away. Wait, do I?

I have no fucking idea about what I'm thinking or doing, and when I look At Andy, she just looks confused. I shake my head, thanking her for the ride in a quiet mutter. She quickly drives off, and I attempt to walk to my dorm without falling over.

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Claire's POV~

For the first time in a couple days, I feel well rested when I wake up. I get up out of bed and immediately check my phone. One text shows on the screen, from Aubrey.

It reads,"Can we meet someday soon to talk? I can't go on like this. I'm sorry." I jut roll my eyes and delete the message, walking to my closet to choose what to wear. I pull out a pair of ripped light-wash skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. I quickly walk to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hair and doing my makeup.

When all that is done, I leave for the coffee stand. As I walk up, I see Liam trying to balance two coffee cups and a chocolate muffin. "Liam!" I say, hoping to catch him. He turns around and smiles when he sees me. "Hey Claire!"

"What's with the two coffees?" I ask, pointing to the load in his hands. He chuckles,"Oh, they aren't both for me, one is for Harry. He's got a nasty hangover." His words make my stomach turn. "Hangover?" I ask hesitantly.

He nods and says,"Harry and Louis went to a house party last night and got totally wasted. Louis is probably still there, actually." I nod, letting the words sink in. I'm immediately relieved I didn't agree to go with Zayn and Perrie last night. I had always worried about Harry drinking, knowing that it could be a struggle for him.

"Don't worry, he's fine," Liam says reassuringly before walking away. I order a latte, letting Harry take over my thoughts.

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Harry's POV~

I hear a knock at the door, causing me to wince at the pain in my head. I drank a lot last night, and it's coming back to kick me in the ass. I slowly get up to open the door for Liam and he sets a muffin and coffee down on the table. "Thanks, mate," I mutter.

He nods before saying,"Claire is worried about you, it seems." I smack my palm to my forehead. Oh great, now I've got Claire involved. "You spoke to her?" He nods and sips at his coffee.

I sigh, slamming my head down on the pillow and covering my eyes with my hands. "Well," I hear Liam say,"I'm gonna go, see you later mate, for dinner? If you're feeling better," he says and I hear the door close. I truly am lucky to have a friend like Liam.

I begin to think about last night. Unfortunately, I'm reckless when I'm wasted, and it got the best of me. Even though Claire and I aren't together, it wasn't right for me to kiss someone else, and I feel awful. I feel the need to tell her, for whatever reason, I feel like she deserves to know.

I pull out my phone and text her, asking her to come over. In under two minutes, she replies with an,"On my way." I sip on my coffee and take an Advil, waiting for Claire to arrive.

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Claire's POV~

I know it's sort of ridiculous, but a text from Harry inviting me over excited me. My feet move quickly, carrying me all the way there, until I'm face to face with his door. I take a deep breath, knocking loudly. It takes a little while before the door swings open, revealing a pajama wearing, messy haired, tired eyed Harry.

"Uh, hey, come in," he says, his voice low. I step inside and sit on Louis' bed. Harry lifts his arm to run his fingers through his hair, exposing his side that's revealed with the low cut tank top he's wearing. I quickly look away, trying not to get sucked in.

"Um, I, uh, wanted to tell you something," he says fumbling with his fingers and sitting on his bed. I begin to touch my blonde hair and nod for him to go on. Harry's green eyes won't connect with mine, making me think that what he's about to say isn't going to be good.

"Last night, I was totally trashed. Louis couldn't drive me home, so a girl named Andy, drove me home. At some point, we were face to face and she kissed me," he rushes the words out and I feel my stomach drop. "Oh," my voice is small and his eyes finally reach mine. They are full of guilt.

I know that he's free to kiss whoever he pleases, but I love him. Oh god, do I love this man. Yes, I'm hurt that he'd want to kiss anyone but me, but I'm also fully aware that I put him in that position. "I'm sorry," he says.

I nod slowly, forcing a smile. "Harry, I won't say I don't care, because I do, but I don't really blame you." He crinkles his eyebrows and I brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Did you, uh, like it?" I ask, awkwardly. Harry stands and immediately rushes and kneels before me.

"No, no of course I didn't! I want you to know that the only reason I let it happen was because I didn't know what I was doing," he says, searching my eyes. I cup my hands around his face and say,"It's fine, Harry. Really, can we just forget about it?" I ask, biting my lip to stop from exposing the pain I feel inside.

I stand up, stepping aside, away from Harry. "I'll see you later, okay?" I say, opening to door to leave. He nods and just before I step out he says,"I love you, Claire."

I turn around, confused. "What?" He smiles slightly. "I want you to say it back this time, please," he looks so hopeful. This sparks a light inside me and I can't help but genuinely smile. "I love you, Harry."