Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Thirty

Walking back to my dorm from my meeting with Aubrey, I can't help but feel relieved. It wasn't easy avoiding and being angry with her, as much as I liked to pretend that it was. She genuinley seemed sorry and I believed her when she said she wouldn't do anything to come between Harry and I, if there is anything to come between, that is.

I open the door to my dorm and the first thing I see are two feet wearing brown suede boots. "Harry! This is the second time you've broken into my room when I wasn't here!" I huff and drop my bag on the floor. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me. I put my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrows at him. "So? What do you want?" I ask.

His jaw clenches and he closes his eyes before slowly opening them again. "I know that you're upset with me," the words fall slowly from his lips and seem to come out unwillingly. "Upset? You accused a poor girl of attention seeking when she came out about your so called friend forcing her to bed! There's so much wrong with that, Harry! So much!" I yell and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

Harry's hands ball into tight fists and I can see the anger rolling around behind his emerald eyes. "Well I'm angry too, Claire! My friend is in deep trouble for something I know he did not do!" His eyes are wide open as he angrily spits the words at me. Throwing my hands up in the air, I say,"That's the thing, Harry! You don't know he didn't do it!" He takes a step closer to me and yells,"And you don't know he did!"

I can feel his hot breath on my face and honestly, I'm scared. I've never seen Harry like this. It's a whole other side of him that I didn't think I'd ever see unfold. I stare into his eyes and I don't see anything other than pure rage. I raise my hands up and hold them between us. "Harry, calm down." He takes another step closer to me, his chest pushing against my hands.

"I'm not the one who needs to calm down. He's my friend, Claire, and incase you haven't noticed, bad things are in his future now. I do not want to lose such a good friend and not even fight to keep him, although, that's clearly not something you are accostumed to, is it?"

Each word comes out with more hatred than the next. He's so mad that he would throw my relationship with Aubrey in my face, and that shows something about how he can be when he's angry. Tears are threatening in my eyes and all I say to him is,"Go." He looks deeply into my eyes before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.

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I wake up the next morning with a never fading uneasy feeling in my stomach. I never expected Harry to blow up like that, especially with me.

I quickly go through my morning routine, hastily brushing through my hair and teeth and applying my makeup. My fingers shake as I fumble with the button of my jeans. I'm so nervous to see Harry in philosophy, I can barely put on an outfit.

I rush out the door after getting completely dressed and speed past the coffee stand, worried that the coffee will come right back up. I really don't think what happened yesterday should've had such a big affect on me, yet it does.

I walk through the doorway to Grant's class and Harry is nowhere to be found. I let out a breath and take a seat in my usual spot. As Grant begins his lecture, I find myself glancing to my side every so often to see the curly haired man, but he isn't there.

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Harry's POV~

Louis walks into our room holding a bagel. He tilts his head at the sight of me and asks with food in his mouth,"What are you doing here?" I sit up in my bed, rubbing my face with my hands. "I'm not going to class today."

Louis swallows the bagel and sits on his bed. "Why?" The memories from the day before in Claire's room come spilling back into my mind in one big blur. "Uh, I'm just feeling too tired today," I mutter, sipping on a bottled water. Louis shrugs and immediately pulls out his computer.

The idea of simply seeing her face in that classroom in that seat with her pretty blonde hair and beautiful bone structure and soft blue eyes is too much for me to handle. Yesterday, I got so heated and angry, and I still am. I'm afraid of what I'll say if I start up with her too soon.

Still, I can't help but stare at my phone and wish that her name will pop up on the screen. I need a distraction, someone other than Louis to talk to about this. A girl, I need an honest girl's point of view to help me. Before I know it, I'm dialing Andy's number.

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I'm sitting on a bench near the Humanities building when I hear the light clicking of heels on pavement. I look up to see Andy, wearing unbelievably high heels and a light pink dress. "Hey, thanks for showing up in such short notice," I say and she nods, smiling. "What's up?" She asks.

"I need some advice, girlfriend advice. Well, she's not my girlfriend right now, but somehow she's still my girlfriend...anyways! I need advice," I ramble. She sits next to me and nods, motioning for me to continue. I clear my throat. "Well, my friend, Bennett, was accused of rape, actually, it's said to have happened at the party we were at," I begin.

Andy's eyebrows crinkle and she's frowning. "And my girlfriend, or whatever, Claire, was talking about it with me. I think that Bennett would never do that and the girl has to be asking for attention because-," I'm interrupted with Andy's hand connecting with my cheek. "What the fuck? Why did you slap me?" I ask, surprised.

"The question is, why didn't Claire slap you!" Andy is glaring at me. I put my hand on my face, ouch. "You cannot be serious, Harry," Andy says, shaking her head. "So I'm guessing you think I'm an ass too?" I ask, continuing to rub my stinging cheek.

Andy looks at me, empathetically. "Yes, you're an asshole for saying that. You should try to make it right." I bite my lip, contemplating whether or not to tell her about the outburst in Claire's room. "Actually, that's not all..."

Andy looks at me, and sighs in disappointment. "Oh no, now what?"