Everything You Want

Chapter Seven

Callie's POV:

*One week later*

I woke up that morning to find Alex sitting on the edge of the bed, only to find that it was 6:00 AM. He had his back turned to me and his head was down, as if he were looking down at his lap.

"Morning." I said groggily. He turned to me without answering and held the object up that was in his hands.

My phone.

"Who the hell is Liam? And Niall? And Harry? Since when did you text this many people?" he asked.

"They're my friends." I replied bitterly. Why the hell is going through MY phone? Hs invading my privacy.

"Right, of course, 'friends'." he said, making air quotes when he said friends.

"I'm being serious. Harry brought me home that night when I left the restaurant, and I met Liam and Niall at the coffee shop." I replied cooly, hoping that it would calm him down.

"He brought you home? Why? I could've brought you home! You don't need to get in the car with a random stranger!" He shouted, causing me to flinch.

"No, you couldn't have brought me home! You wouldn't! It was pouring rain and I was walking home while you were drinking with your friends, not even giving me a second thought!" I shouted back, keeping my voice calm. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"You don't care about me, all you care about is your friends and yourself! I thought we were in this relationship together, but I'm the only putting forth an effort here. And don't give me that 'I'm stressed out' shit because if your so stressed then maybe you should actually do your homework instead of drinking all the f*cking time!"

"Just get out. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the day." he told me, pointing to the door and throwing my phone at me. It hit my arm and I picked it up, walking out of the room, grabbing my purse, and slamming the door loudly. I took off towards my studio, wiping tears from my eyes.

I got lots of weird looks from people, probably because I was in my giraffe pajama bottoms and a Hollister t-shirt.

As soon as I made it into my studio, I threw myself onto the nearest couch and cried until I almost threw up. I've always been so strong; never crying or anything. But now was different. I'd been strong for too long and I just needed to let all of my bottled up tears out. I stayed there, just curled up in a ball, until it was well past dinner time. I decided to get food from the bakery down the street in order to satisfy my growing hunger.

I grabbed my bag and walked out of the studio, knowing that I'd most likely be staying there for tonight.

I saw the dim glow from the windows of the bakery and could smell the food before I saw it. I walked in and noticed that it was empty. I stood at the counter, remembering my order, waiting for someone to come out to the counter and give me my food. I could see my reflection in the display case; red, puffy eyes, makeup-smeared face, hair a tangled mess.

"Hello, how may I help y-" the person began but stopped when I looked up. "Callie?"

"Hi Harry." I said, my voice scratchy and broken from my hours of sobbing.

"You look as if you've been crying! What's wrong?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He walked around the counter and stood in front of me, his eyes studying my face. I suddenly felt self-conscious.

"N-nothing." I replied, not wanting to tell him about what had happened between Alex and I. I still didn't know Harry very well, so telling my problems to someone that I'm not close to is very unlike me.

"Something's got to be wrong, love. Come on, please tell me." he asked, his index finger under my chin, moving my head up for my eyes to meet his.

"J-just something between Alex, my boyfriend, and I." I said non-specifically.

"He didn't hit you, did he?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"No no no no no, he's not like that. He just got mad at me for standing up and telling him how I feel. I think he's mad because he knows I'm right and he just doesn't want to admit it."

He nodded.

"You can stay at my place tonight if you don't feel like facing him yet." he offered and I shook my head no.

"No, it's fine, really."

"No, I insist. Come on, please?" he asked.

"Fine." I gave in. I pulled my bag farther up on my shoulder.

"Yay!" he said like a little kid, causing me to laugh a little. "Just take a seat at the table while I lock up. What do you want to eat?"

"Hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin please." I asked, taking out my phone. I scrolled through Tumblr until he came back out.

"Here's your food. You can eat in the car." he locked up the bakery and led me around to the back of the building where his car was. I got in and he copied my action on the other side of the car.

When we got into the car, he plugged his iPhone in and shuffled a playlist. I immediately recognized the song as Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute (A/N Parachute is better than life itself like seriously).

I began to sing under my breath; the music wasn't very loud.

Harry turned up the music and sang loudly and rather off-key. I glanced at him and grinned before joining in. Soon the car was filled with giggles and terrible singing. When the song was over, I got to choose the next one. I chose Gold Rush by Ed Sheeran (A/N I'm seeing him in concert in ten days asdfghjkl).

We sang until we reached a small house.

"You can have the guest room. It has it's own bathroom. Also, I'll lay some clothes out for you to wear." he said.

"Thanks for everything." I told him gratefully.

I showered and got dressed in Harry's oversized Beatles shirt and giant sweatpants.

I knocked on Harry's bedroom door.

"Come in!" he called. I complied and opened the door. He was sitting on his bed, looking at his phone. He glanced up and smirked. "I see my clothes are a bit big."

"Just a bit." I replied sarcastically. "Anyways, just came to say thank you for everything. It truly means a lot."

He stood up and made his way over to me. "It's my pleasure. Anything for you."

I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks, so I hugged him to keep him from noticing it.

We pulled away and I kissed his cheek, called another thank-you over my shoulder, and walked into my room.

As I crawled under the covers, all I could think about is how much I was dreading my next confrontation with Alex.

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(A/N)

I'm tired. And hungry. But too tired to fall asleep and too lazy to make food.

Help.