Sparrows

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Marine's POV

I stop in my tracks and my heart begins pounding against my chest; not from lust, but from anxiety.

Fuck, fuck, fuCk, fuCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

Though we are standing far away from each other, we see each other through the passing people, both our faces in silent pain, like revisiting an old wound.

"Shit," Electra says to me while looking at Harry, "Niall, HONESTLY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS GIRL HAS BEEN THROUGH WI-"

"Electra! It's fine," I say in a attempt to calming her down, when it really doesn't feel that fine right now, "I can handle this." I reassure her, looking straight into her eyes. She furrows her eyebrows and submits, and we continue walking towards Harry.

In order to beat the awkwardness, Niall races in front of us and greats Harry with warm regards, and they begin walking, Niall motioning us to follow.

All you have to do is not talk to him. Just stay quiet.

We walk to the busy parking lot and I am unintentionally watching Harry from behind while Electra and Sage talk to me. Soon their voices blur out. He seems taller, or maybe older? His hair is definitely longer. How does it still look good? He should cut it. Has he been working out? Marine? Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW. My mind screams and I zap back into reality.

"Hopefully all your stuff will fit in the trunk" suddenly I hear him speak and I look up to realize we were at his car. That car. He brought it with him? In front of me lays Harry's vintage BMW, the car he took me to Coney Island in, the one we had our late night talks in, the car he yelled at me from when we got in a fight. It was a vehicle of memories, and I felt so unbelievably overwhelmed I was going to take a cab to our hotel.

Harry's POV

Everyone is putting in their belongings into my car except Marine. She's just starring at it, motionless, and without her knowing, I look at her, I mean really look at her. The way I should have never looked at her when we first met. I snap back into reality, and realize that I don't want to look at her like that anymore.

She broke my heart. So I am not going back.

"Uh, sorry, you know what I'm just gonna take a taxi," Marine says frantically and we all look at her confusingly as she quickly picks up her bags and walks away.

"Marine, it's okay, c'ommon" Sage yells from the car, but Marine smiles her off and keeps walking. Can she not be so mellow dramatic? What the fuck is wrong? She can't sit with me for 45 minutes without throwing up. No. She's getting in this car.

I start chasing after her, even though everyone is telling me that it's the worst idea ever, and honestly, it is, but I do it anyways. I am close to her back and I grab a hold of her arm and pull her to face me. Her face is hurt, scared.

"Marine please get in the car. You don't have to see me again, just-"

"Why did you bring that car?" She asks me with vulnerability in her voice. I am quite confused. " Is this some joke or a way to remind me of everything we had or?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Marine. This isn't some joke. This is my car, that I brought, from New York, I don't have another one. I don't understand why you are hurt."

"Because, whether you meant it or not, that car is a memory of us, and it's reopening things I have closed already and I don't want to be in it. So I am taking a taxi." Then she turns and begins to walk away.