Privacy [completed]

FIFTEEN| kissing is love?

I never fight anyone. I've never been in a fight before that moment. I've never felt that angry before. I don't know what had gotten into me. I shouldn't be so sensitive about my friends. It happened almost five years ago now, and I'm still angry about it. I remember wondering where I learned to punch anyone.

I laid in my bed sweaty and exhausted. At least we won the game. At least I'm not that much of a loser. That's what I thought at the time. I remember hating myself, feeling so exhausted I felt like I was going to die. For some weird reason, I feel like that right now.

I heard the door open to the suite and the door open to my room. Siena walked in with her hands on her hips without knocking.

"What was that about?" Siena asked.

I groaned covering my head with my pillow. It had to be the bleach they used to dye my hair. It had to be.

"Come on. You need someone to talk to," Siena had sighed while closing the door.

I stayed silent with my fave covered.

"Please?"

"I knew that girl," I groaned and looked at her. "She went to the same high school as me and we played on the same team."

"That's how you knew about her hits?" Siena asked.

"We went on a small vacation and got in a big mess with Harry Styles," I sighed.

"Just admit it," Siena chuckled. "You like him."

"I don't," I groaned. What good is there in me liking anyone? That's what I thought. Is that Love?

"No, you like him," Siena said.

"No."

Siena chuckled and checked her beeping phone. I saw her face turn from smiling to surprised in seconds. She walked up to my bed.

She said my name. I cocked an eyebrow. "What?" I asked.

"You should see this..."

I had waited for her to show me, but she refused for a long few seconds. When she finally decided to show me, I squinted. It was Megan and Harry kissing. Wait, what? When did this happen? He kissed her when I left?

For some reason, my chest started hurting in that moment. It had to be because of how grossed out I was. It couldn't have been anything else. Had Harry seen the video? I pulled out my phone and messaged him about the the video. For some reason, he replied quicker than I could press send.

Harry: please let me explain

I turned my phone off and felt unexpected tears roll down my cheeks. Siena rubbed my back in sympathy.

"You liked him, did you?" Siena asked.

"Don't touch me," I had sniffed. At that moment, I felt more confused than I ever had before in my life till then. I didn't know why I was crying, nor did I know why my chest was still hurting.

"Talk to him," suggested Siena taking her hand off of my back.

I shook my head. There was nothing to talk about.

"You can't really be mad at him. You aren't dating him and you claim you didn't like him," said Siena.

"You're right," I sighed while wiping my tears.

"No I'm not, prove me wrong," said Siena. "Dial his number and talk. And one more thing?"

I looked up at her. "Yes?"

"Dye your hair blue again. Coach can't tell you how to look. No offense, but you're an ugly blonde," she joked.

She left the room and I heard her in the shower. I turned my phone on and saw no missed messages or calls from Harry. Does he even care? I dialed his number and pressed call. I hope he answers. I don't want him to call me back. He picked up the phone on the sixth ring.

"I'm sorry-"

"Hey, not now," he whispered.

"Is that her?" A voice from the other end said, a girls voice.

I was silent. Is he busy?

"Tell her I said hello!" The girl with Harry cheered.

He coughed. "I can't talk right now."

"Talk to her 'arry! I'll wait," said the girl in the background.

"I guess you're busy..."

"No, no," Harry said. "That video was from the hotel. Megan said she would forgive me if I kissed her."

"You're that stupid?" I asked without any sort humor in my voice.

"I'm not stupid at all," he said.

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that silly story?" I asked.

"It happened!" He defended.

"I was with Megan the entire time at the hotel, she didn't even like you enough to kiss you," I sighed.

"I wanted her forgiveness!" Harry said.

"You should've made a sex tape while you were at it," I closed my eyes.

For some reason, I was getting angry. I've never felt this way in my life. It was weird and I didn't know what to do nor what to say.

"That's not funny," he spoke from the back of his throat.

"I wasn't joking," I grumbled.

"Look, she said she would drop what happened at the pool if I kissed her. You have to believe me," said Harry.

"Why did you want her forgiveness so much?" I asked.

"I wanted yours just as much."

"Why?" I asked.

He huffed softly. I can picture his hand running through his hair as he stressed.

"I don't want to be some rude celebrity who kicks people out because I wanted something. I didn't mean to make either of you feel the way you feel about me. I'm so sorry," he said.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay?" He asked.

"Bye Harry," I said.

He called out my name.

"Bye," I grumbled again.

He sighed. "Alright. Love you."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"Oh, I always end my calls like that," he said.

"I don't," I said.

"I know," he spoke.

"Bye," I said and hung up.