Privacy [completed]

THIRTY| partnership is love?

CHLOE

That's the only thing my sister had ever done for me. She let me go to the concert and I had a great time. It was my first and last concert of theres. That's the only good thing she's done for me her entire life.

I sighed and looked out the window and into the darkness. I hope she kills herself.

-

We're here, and it's so fucking beautiful! My idiot sister wouldn't even stand beside Harry in public, and it was getting fucking ridiculous! She still likes him no matter how many times she tries to say she doesn't! I'm the awkward one standing in the middle of them.

"Hey," I grumbled as she tried hiding behind me once Harry made his way back.

"I don't want to be seen with him," she muttered.

"You're his girlfriend," I said turning to her.

"No-"

"You are his girlfriend," I informed cutting her off.

"No-"

"Don't make him look bad! Stand beside him and stop being an ass!" I grumbled.

She bit her lip and stayed quiet. Her head went down as her frown was prominent. She's always fucking frowning. Harry came back with three Starbucks cups in his hands. His hands are so large! I couldn't even carry two drinks at once. He handed me my coffee first. I thanked him and smiled.

I noticed the paparazzi around. No matter how hard they try to hide behind trees and buildings, I see them.

"Here," Harry smiled handing my sister her drink.

She took it without a word. She glanced at me and I pouted my lips out. She shook her head no and refused to kiss Harry. I scowled at her and she wrapped her arms around him into a hug.

"Thanks," she grumbled trying to smile but failed at it.

Harry was taken back and I got into the car. These few days are gonna be fun.

-

I didn't know what game Chloe is playing at, or why she kept saying I'm Harry's girlfriend. I still don't know why. But she needed to stop. I'm not his girlfriend, nor will I ever will be again. I was there because Chloe wanted to go to a One Direction concert. Is that Love? Partnership? It can't be. Nothing ever good comes from it.

We're at Harry's penthouse now. We followed him to the elevator and he pressed the biggest number, floor fifty-eight. The ride was silent other than Chloe sipping on her coffee and Harry playing on his phone. I stood looking at the brick walls.

Once we arrived, Harry led us to room sixty-four and we walked in. It was so clean and so organized. But I didn't feel comfort from it. I felt empty and weird being at his house.

"Hot damn!" Chloe smiled.

"Follow me," Harry smirked wrapping his arm around Chloe's shoulders.

I sighed and follow behind them to see where they were going. I'm only here for Chloe, why do I have to suffer? They went upstairs and through the hall to the first door on the right. Inside, he had completely changed a bedroom to look like a dream room for Chloe. Meaning, everything was all white and black. How'd he know?

She screamed through joy and hugged Harry tighter than she'd ever hugged anyone. "Harry what the hell! This is amazing!" Chloe smiled.

"This isn't necessary," I sighed. "We won't be staying for long."

He frowned.

"Harry, this was very necessary!" Chloe laughed through joy as she hugged his body again. "We'll stay as long as you let us!"

He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"We're only here for three days," I muttered.

"So?"

"So you're gonna get attached and not wanting to leave and back at home," I frowned.

Chloe looked at me. "What's your fucking problem?"

For some reason, I felt my anger burst at that moment.

"What do you think? I'm forced to come with you and now you're not going to want to leave! I'm here having to pretend I'm actually happy for cameras, but I'm not!" I yelled.

"Hey-"

"So, what do you think?! Do you think I'm okay?" I growled. She frowned.

"I just wanted her to be happy," Harry said quietly rubbing the back of his neck.

I shrugged and looked at the ground. Happiness. Is that Love? I've never seen someone happy in my life. Not one person. I walked out the room and heard him following me. I went to the room across from Chloe's.

"I wanted to surprise you but you're here now," Harry said quietly.

The room was made just like I would dream of it to be if I ever dreamed. I stopped dreaming years ago. The bed was big and comfy looking with a colorful pattern on it. The walls painted a darker blue color matching my hair. The dressers a deep wooden brown as well as the desk and the vanity. The cream colored carpeted floor making me want to roll around in it if I wasn't exhausted.

"You-"

"Yes," Harry cut me off. "I know I didn't have to do this but I wanted to."

I frowned. He opened his arms and wrapped them around me. I sighed. He's so sweet and I'm just a cruel monster. A cruel, ungrateful monster. When he let go, he sat on the bed, patting beside him. I sat down and crossed my arms over my chest. He put his hand on my leg, but I pushed it off.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

I had frowned. He knew what I meant.

"I missed you," Harry sighed.

"I shouldn't even be here," I grumbled.

"You know, you didn't have to come," Harry grumbled.

I didn't say anything. There is nothing for me to say. I wish there was, but there's not. He noticed my silence and sighed.

"I still like you," he admitted.

Why?

"I like you, a lot," Harry admitted.

"I heard you."

"Do you like me?" He asked.

I frowned. No.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Please tell me your answer."

I stayed quiet.

Harry sighed and stood, suddenly running his fingers through his hair. He looked heartbroken and I didn't know why. I still don't. He doesn't know me, he never did. Why was he so obsessed with me?

"I want you to be happy!" He cried out. "I want to make you so happy! Please give me another chance."

I frowned.

"You'll be happy with me," Harry said while grabbing my arms.

"Harry," I whispered with my head down, I tried pulling away but he held tighter.

"Please," he begged.

I kept my head down so he wouldn't see the lack of emotion in my eyes. I nodded slowly, and his arms wrapped around me. His chin on my head and his hair in my face.

"You're so beautiful."

I frowned. Why did I say yes?