Opposites.

Chapter 38.

A/N: PLEASE READ. Okay so a lot of you guys don't like how Miley Cyrus is the main character, Delilah, but why don't you guys pick out names like celebrities or just people and I will pick 3 of my favorites and we can do a voting? Yes or no? Comment them and I will look them up! Or tag me in a photo on Instagram (@livewhilewereyoung176) or tweet it to me (@bayliedarnell1) okay? Sorry for the late update. I spent the day with my best friend and family.

Enjoy. Xx.

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"Where'd you go?" I ask him after he kissed my forehead. He handed me a McDonalds bag, which I'm guessing is my lunch. I sit up as he sets my drink on the night stand and went into the bathroom ignoring my question. I open the bag and start to eat some fries. Harry returns wearing sweats that hang low on his hips showing off black boxers. He climbs into the bed, sliding really close to me.

"How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Harry ask wrapping his arm around my body.

"I've been better." I shrug and be reaches into the bag and pulls out his food.

"So, where did you go?" I ask him glancing at him then to the TV.

"I had to talk to someone, nothing serious." He says and gives me a goofy smile.

"Okay." I smile knowing he's hiding something. We continue to eat and watch The Proposal. After we were done I put my trash into the bag before setting it on the nightstand before snuggling closer to Harry.

"I'm bored." I state and pull away from Harry sitting up.

"Well you're supposed to stay in bed." He sits up with me. "I know something else we can do.." Harry whispers in my ear nibbling on my earlobe.

"You perv. I'm sick!" I giggle and slap him away. My phone starts to ring so in reach across Harry and grab it. Harry pulls me so I'm laying on top of him as I answer my phone.

"Yes?" I answer.

"Delilah, honey. Where are you? I haven't seen you in quite sometime." I hear my fathers voice on the other line. My eyes go wide, I haven't seen my dad at all, Harry frowns as he sees my expression.

"What?" He mouths and I put my finger on his lips silencing him.

"You haven't been home either." I tell him with a stuff laugh.

"I know, I'm home now and nobody's here."

"What about mum? I thought you were with her?" I ask him.

"I wanted to come back early and spend sometime with you, but you're not here." He says harshly.

"S-Sorry dad. I'm with a friend, I got sick and needed someone to take care of me." I say and Harry stares at me.

"Come home now. You shouldn't of just left without telling me or you're mum." He yells and I frown. Why am I in trouble?

"Okay." I sigh and he hangs up.

"What's the matter?" Harry ask me as I put my head on his chest.

"My dad just yelled at me because I'm not home." I feel Harry's arm wrap around me.

"He shouldn't of yelled at you."

"I know, can you just take me home?" I ask him and he nods. I slip on some flip flops, Harry leaves the room so I grab one of his jumpers and slip it on over my tight black tank top. Harry is putting on his shoes so I meet him by the door. The ride to my house is silent, I don't know what to say really, I haven't been feeling the urge to throw up, and my head isn't hurting as bad. He stops outside my house by the curb. It's pouring rain right now, great. We sit there for about five minutes before I finally spoke up.