All My Love

Chapter 39

| Stella |

"I told you I didn't want to come this." Harry groans as I pull him up to the front door of Becca's parent's house.

"Stop being an ass, show support. We've missed like two hours." I shove his shoulder before entering the house that smells of food and depression.

"She doesn't want my support." He mumbles like a little kid but I still catch each word and roll my eyes at his negative attitude.

I watch him walk off to Michael and I make my way to Becca's mom who stands in the kitchen, filling up her wine glass. A small smile plays on my lips as she turns around seeing me, which lights up her eyes and opens her arms for a hug.

"Hi—" I say. "—I tried to find you after the service but Harry pulled me away and we left." I jokingly roll my eyes and she waves it off like it wasn't a big deal.

"I'm just happy that you guys came, it means a lot, and I'm sure it means a lot to Becca." She says, taking a sip of her white wine before looking around. "Where is she?" She asks, and I look around myself. No short curvy brunette is anywhere in sight and my eyes look for Harry who also seems to be missing now.

"I'll go look for her." I smile and give her mom a hug once again before hearing my own heels click against the floor.

The closer I get to Becca's room, the more I have a feeling Harry's in there. As I stand in front of the door I take a deep breath and go to push it in to get a better look but hear someone walk up to me.

"What're you doing?" Harry's voice travels down my spine and I hold my chest from being scared and look over at him raising his eyebrows. He looks at cracked door and then his eyes lock to mine.

"I-I thought you were in—"

"—I was taking a wee." Harry tells me and I close my mouth before nodding. "Don't bother her." He whispers and I look at him confused.

Instead of speaking, he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers to pull me out of the hallway.

"How do you know she was in there?" I ask, looking up at him with one brow raised at him and he clears his throat before looking down at me.

"I heard her crying." Harry informs me before he takes us over to the table full of fruit and baked goods.

| Becca |

I close the fifth photo album and throw it back in the box as I hurry to control my breathing. I lean over and unstrap my flats and kick them off before standing up and rushing to the bathroom.

I lean my hands up against the counter as I breathe in and out... Well try to as best as possible.

My head looks up and I stare at the mess I call myself through the mirror. I lost him. I lost Harry completely. For sure this time. He didn't think I could sense him staring at me through my door just five minutes ago but I could. I glanced up just as he walked away, causing me to cry even harder.

Today is a mess. A big depressing mess. I said goodbye to my brother and then not even an hour later, I said goodbye to Harry. It hurt hearing him tell Stella not to bother me but I silently and mentally thanked him for not letting her barge in there.

Out of nowhere there's a knock at the door, causing my heart to skip a beat and I stand up straight, wiping underneath my eyes before opening the door. Michael stands there, looking at me with sympathy before pulling me into his chest and squeezing me, whispering that everything will be alright soon.

"H-He doesn't believe in love." I choke out against his chest and feel his hand pet the back of my head. "He told m-me that I shouldn't waste mine on him." I begin to tear up and he holds onto my shoulders, looking me in the eyes.

"Then that's what you do. You don't waste it on him." Michael tells me, wiping underneath my eyes for me and I hesitate a breath before closing my eyes and nodding my head. "Don't give him the satisfaction that your love is falling apart just like his did."

"You know about her?" I ask, curiosity glued to my face now.

"I didn't want to tell you this Becca but I feel the need to now. Who knows, maybe you'll definitely hate him after this." Michael cautiously says, his eyes piercing into mine before he looks back.

"What is it Michael?" I say through my teeth, balling my hands into fists.

"Your hookups."

"What about them?" I close my eyes, shaking my head gesturing him to continue with more than just that.

"They were to help him—" Michael says and I furrow my eyebrows before parting my lips to speak but Michael beats me to it, knowing what I was going to say. "—They were only to help him get Nessa off his mind." Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach and I'm looking all over the floor before stepping back as I lose my balance but catch myself by holding myself up on the sink.

"How? How do you know?" I force my swollen eyes up to his and he takes a breather acting as if he doesn't want to say but I shake my head no. "No. No, you can't tell me that and then not answer my questions."

"Harry told me." Michael whispers and I look up at the ceiling, sucking my lips in before looking back at Michael.

"Tell me. Tell me everything." I pull at his jacket and shut the door, standing in front of it not letting him out.

"Becca, you really don't want to know any of this."

"Yes I do. Now tell me!" I shout, tears falling out of my eyes in a rush and he rubs the back of his neck. "What was his plan Michael?!"

"Okay, okay." Michael gestures his hands down to keep me quiet and takes a deep breath before speaking. "When Harry found out you were a virgin—" He takes a deep breath. "—He kept telling me how he was going to take it. He told me that this was going to be it, the way he gets over Nessa." I begin to shake my head and back up against the door, sucking in my lips in denial that he would. "I told him that it's not a good idea but, I-I didn't stop him, I couldn't. His life was controlled by her Becca, that's all he would think about. He just waited to have a good friendship with you... But that wasn't the only plan. There was another plan within a plan." I gulp and look at him. The more he speaks, the more I hold my tears back.

"What was it?" I weakly ask.

"He knew you would fall in love with him. He was just waiting for you to finally admit it because he.. He wanted to see someone else be ripped apart like he was. He wanted someone else to feel the same pain but be the person to be in control of it." Michael tells me and walks closer but I put my hand up, looking away from him.

"He's using Stella." I say and take a deep breath. "He's doing the same thing to her." I begin to raise my voice, crying out and turn around to grab ahold of the door handle but Michael shuts it, turning me around.

"Don't give him the satisfaction of crying Becca. Do NOT go out there right now. He lives off of you crying." Michael tells me and I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed as I continue to sob and slide down the bathroom door to the floor. I'm defeated. Harry got his wish. A wish I didn't think he'd actually have.

Michael crouches down and picks my head up, making me look at him.

"Stella is fine. It's a step for him to actually be in a relationship, I don't think he's doing anything like that to her just because he's over Nessa now."

"Why me?" I ask with desperation behind my voice as I look Michael in the eyes and he parts his lips, wanting to speak but nothing leaves. Instead he picks me up off the floor and wraps his arms around me, comforting me as I cry in his chest.