Forgive Me (Color Me book 3 H.S) EDITING

CHAPTER 23

HARRY STYLES

I hadn't apologized to Gemma for yelling and I don't think I will. I didn't feel sorry, she deserves everything I throw at her. Today was the last day of the reunion and I wanted it to be fun for Carli, not just me. I woke up earlier than her, my shower and getting dressed not taking me longer than normal. No one was up, so I started to make breakfast for Carli. I felt bad for just freaking out last night in front of her, she looked scared and confused. I shouldn't have lost my cool, my bad.

I put the food on a tray, grabbing a little flower holder and placing a rose inside. Grabbing the sides, I carried the food upstairs and pushed our door open with my foot. I smiled at the sleeping beauty and sat the tray down on the coffee table that was in our room.

"Good morning sunshine." I sang, opening the curtains so the early morning sun filled the room.

"Hi." Carli breathed, shuffling under the covers. Her eyes followed me as I picked up the tray, setting it down beside her.

"I made us breakfast." I smiled proudly. Carli sent me a smile and sat up, her fingers picking up a piece of bacon and munching on it silently.

"What are we going to do today?" Carli asked as she ate the slice of meat.

"I was thinking I could show you around my home town today and then come back and have family time. Our flight is late at night." I informed her as Carli ate.

"Sounds good." She said once she finished eating.

CARLI

"And that is my elementary school." Harry pointed to it as he drove past the building slowly. "Man, it hasn't changed at all."

I looked out the window and smiled, imagining Harry as a little boy, playing on the monkey bars and giggling about a joke he just said.

"Come on, let's go play." Harry grinned, shutting off the car. I laughed and got out, waddling after Harry as he ran to the monkey bars. His large hands gripped the bars, Harry doing chin ups easily. I smiled as I watched him play on the playground, his laugh making me smile bigger. He scooped me up in his arms and ran around with me, his grin growing as he did something stupid. We got back in the car, the sights awaiting our arrival.

"This is the bakery I worked at before I left for the U.S."

"This is where Senior Prom was. My date was a complete whore." Harry chuckled.

"This was my favorite milkshake shop when I was younger."

"This place is uh-- where-- I uh-- Got my first kiss. Thought I loved the girl. She broke up with me for my best mate."

After hours in town, Harry thought it would be best if we went home and spent some time with family. I agreed, since I could take these shoes off and relax. As we arrived, Harry and I noticed an unknown car parked where we used to be.

"Who is that?" I asked Harry as we walked up to the front door. Harry shrugged and lead me inside, stopping as he saw someone.

"Harry!" She squealed, running to him and engulfing him in a hug. I scowled softly as she pushed me away slightly, her grip on Harry tightening. Harry looked awkward as he peeled her of of him, his lips slightly turned down in a frown.

"Felicity, how lovely seeing you." Harry said, sarcasm dripping from his accent.

"I've missed you, Harry. You need to come visit more often!" The girl, whose name is obviously Felicity, finally let go of Harry, her eyes never meeting mine.

"I have a life, you know. I can't just drop everything." Harry pulled away more, his hand tugging on mine bringing me closer. Felicity's gaze finally fell on me, her eyes slowly blinking in confusion.

"Oh! I didn't know you brought your girlfriend."

"Fiance." I corrected, sending her a fake smile. "Harry's never mentioned you."

Her face crumbled slightly from my words, her gaze going back to Harry. "I'm his ex-girlfriend. We dated awhile back."

"Good to know. Harry, come with me yes?" I tugged Harry away to the other room, huffing as Harry chuckled.

"No need to be jealous, she's a nice lady."

"Shut up." I hissed.

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"Look grandmum!" Harry screeched, grinning like a child. He was wearing her clothes, making me look ridiculously cute. His grin grew as his grandmum looked at him, breaking out into a laughing spell. "Do I look pretty? Do I?"

"Harry!" I laughed, shaking my head as he twirled around the room.

"Prreeetttyyyyy prinncceeessssss!" He sang, laughing as he fell over the couch, his bum hitting the ground hard.

"Harry, get dressed you goose. I'm matching you to a game of football (A/N: Soccer.) " Robin called, sending his stepson a look. Harry quickly ran upstairs, coming back down with his own clothes on. Harry kissed my head and rushed out, grabbing the ball from Robin and jogging to the middle of the backyard. His shorts where shorter than mine, seriously Harry?

"Let's get this game going, I wanna see you cry!" Harry called to Robin, who was glaring at him.

"Great." I mumbled.