Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Thirty Seven

Claire's POV~

Nothing could prepare me for this. This feeling of utter shock and pain that is welling up inside my stomach. Tears are streaming uncontrollably and silently down my face, and as much as I want to run away, I can't. My feet stay stuck to the ground.

His muscular arms wrap around her body and clutch the thin fabric of her shirt. Her hands cup his face, occasionally running through his thick hair. This is a nightmare, and I just can't wake up.

How is this happening to me? How could he do this? My breathing becomes short and abrupt. I place one hand on my stomach and another on my mouth.

Then, the girl looks up, making eye contact with me. She unlocks her lips with Harry's, looking at me like I'm a crazy person. He must see her staring, because he looks over then, too. When our eyes meet, his are bloodshot. He blinks once, and my heart feels as if it's been ripped from my chest.

He blinks again, as though he can't believe what he's seeing. I shake my head, the tears falling harder than ever. Harry's pink and swollen lips part slightly, like he wants to say something, but no words come out.

I finally move my feet, almost falling over as I quickly turn around, harshly pulling open the door and sprinting to the bus stop. Before, I was acting like a shell of myself, but now, even that has been broken.

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Harry's POV~

"Who was that?" The girl asks, her arms still hooked behind my neck. "Uh, I, um," is all my drunken mouth can say. My head is spinning, from all the alcohol I've consumed and from the scene I just witnessed.

I don't know what to do. I get up off of the stool, pacing around the bar, tugging at my hair. The girl just watches me, her eye brows raised in an annoying way.

"Hey, seriously. Who was that?" The girl asks, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. I bring my hands to my mouth, my breathing speeding up. I don't answer, my mind is moving too fast.

She walks over to me, placing her body in my way. "Hello?" She says obnoxiously loud, waving her hands in front of my face. "Did you hear me? Who was that?"

My eyes dart in a million directions, the alcohol fuzzing my vision. "That," I begin, catching my breath,"was Claire."

I take a seat at the nearest table, covering my face with my hands. My eyes are beginning to water. "And?" She asks, her hands on her hips. "And," I say,"I really fucked up."

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Claire's POV~

I push open my door, falling to my knees once inside. I hear the door click shut, and let out full sobs, hiding my face in my hands.

This is not a feeling I've ever experienced, and it's awful. I've had a couple boyfriends before, in middle school and early high school, but I was always the one who broke it off, and it was always a clean break up.

This, this wasn't even a break up. This was a betrayal. I was on my way to apologize, to tell him how much I love him, and we would be stronger and more in love than ever.

No.

Yet, maybe this is my fault. Maybe I drove him to this. I was distant for so long, he probably felt so empty.

No.

He made the decision that I wasn't important to him. This is different than when Harry kissed Andy. When that happened, we weren't together, and he felt so bad afterwards.

This time, he looked at me. He looked at me and didn't even say a word. He didn't even push the girl away. It was like every thought he ever had of me had vanished.

I place my hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath. I look up, seeing my bed through my teary vision. That bed, where Harry and I made love, just sat and talked, fought, laughed. This whole room, really, just brings back the memories.

I force my eyes shut. I wasn't ready for this. I never would be, but it happened, and I just don't know what to do now. I can't stay here. I won't be able to get myself to class without bursting into hysterical crying. I won't be able to go to the coffee stand without breaking down.

I have to get out. I can't risk running into him. I can't talk to him. It's all too much.

Before I know it, my phone is to my ear, my mom ringing on the other end. I have to go, I tell myself. I have to go.

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Harry's POV~

By the time I get back to my dorm, its been almost a day since I saw Claire. I've been roaming around LA, trying to think everything over. Each time, I come with same conclusion, I am a jackass.

I open the door, finding Louis on his computer, scribbling things into a notebook. He looks up at me, disappointment in his eyes. I look away from him, knowing the shame he feels for me could never amount to the shame I feel for myself.

I tie my hair up into a bun, sitting on my bed with a sigh. "Harry...," Louis begins but I raise my hand to stop him. "I know," I say, a tear trickling down my face. "What have I done?" I whisper, rubbing my eyes. Louis doesn't respond.

"I have to find her, I have to do something." Louis shakes his head and a frown covers his face. "She's not here mate," he says. I stare at him, blinking rapidly. "Wh-what?"

His head lowers and he brushes the hair away from his face. "I was getting coffee this morning, and I saw an airport taxi pick her up." My heart skips a beat.

"Dammit," I say under my breath. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes again. Louis tilts his head in confusion.

I twist the rings on my fingers, rubbing at the cross tattoo before saying,"I know exactly where she went."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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