Endless || HS ✔️

Chapter 32

Nick's body started walking towards us until he was by my side. He wrapped his arm protectively around my waist and glared at Harry.

"Are you trying to flirt with my girl?" Nick said, still glaring at Harry.

Fuck. This couldn't be good. Nick and Harry seemed sobered up though. Harry looked at me and back at Nick, very confused.

"No, we were just talking." He frowned.

Nick replied, "Sure you were, asshole. Now get the fuck away before I beat your fucking face." He said, taking his arm from around my waist and pushing Harry's chest, making him stumble backwards, but kept his stance.

"Nick, what the-"

"Shut the hell up, Anne. I-" Nick was cut off.

Then, in a flash, everything happened in front of my eyes. Nick was on the ground. Harry was straddling him, punching repeatedly wherever he could hit Nick at. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening.

"Harry, stop!" I screamed over the rain.

Harry heard me because he stopped punching him, and immediately got off of Nick. He looked down at Nick, recovering from Harry's punchings.

"Don't ever speak to hear that way again, you fucker. And she's not your girl." He spat.

I was very surprised because there wasn't any paparazzi or anybody seeing this. But, things changed. The three guys that were with Nick in the club, came sprinting towards us. Damn it.

"Harry, you need to go." I begged, looking back at the guys.

He looked at me. "This isn't over, Annie. We still need to talk." He said, and then ran towards the street that led into town.

I didn't even noticed Nick. I was too caught up in the moment, but I still didn't make eye contact with Nick because I didn't know what to think. His friends came over and helped him, while I drove away. I was such a horrible girlfriend.
It all seemed so unreal. Something out of a movie or book or something, doesn't it seem that way? I honestly hate how things seem so similar or the same as a movie or book ideas. It's just like copying and seems extremely awkward. It is so damn stupid and I hate it.

Anyways, I drove home.i didn't call to check on Nick. I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't want to. All I did that night was reindeer what happened, which seemed so coincidental. It seemed cliche. Girl sees boy after long time. Boy goes after girl. The same, repeating process, over and over again.

That night, I did think over my relationship with Nick. I wasn't even sure if he wanted to stay with me or if we were still together after what my actions showed. Honestly, I don't think I want to be with him. I just don't.

But, being the stupid and dumb person I am, I went after Nick and we got back together. He forgave me because he thought I was in a moment of shock. I don't understand. I didn't tell him that I wasn't the whole time. He seemed pissed off at Harry, but of course he was. He never apologized for telling me to shut the hell up, but being the fucking idiot I was, I still stayed with him through all of it.

But, weeks after, I got a call and everything changed.

"Hello?" I answered, walking into the kitchen.

"Anne, I have some news." Joey's voice rang through the other line.

"Okay, what is going on?" I asked, looking through the window in the kitchen.

"Don't be mad. This is so great for you."

"Okay," I said, chuckling. "What is it?"

"We aren't going to stay in California anymore. Well, you aren't. I'm staying."

I looked around the kitchen and walked over to the cabinet. "Okay, carry on."

"If you want to do this, Juilliard wants you to come and teach. Also, they want you to perform, many and many of times." He paused. "That would mean you would have to move back to New York."

And all the breath had been taken from my lungs.