"Tralalalala, hey Naya, I'm home!" Harry happily chirped, entering the room.
"Nay?" Harry said, walking into the living room to see you sitting there, watching TV and ignoring him. "What's wrong sweetie?" Harry asked, trying to engulf you in a hug before you huffed, pushing Harry to the ground and walking past him.
"What did I do?" Harry genuinely asked, trailing you into the hallway.
"I don't know, I wasn't there on the yacht with you. But Kendall was." You stormed, going up the staircase.
"Naya I can explain-"
"QUIET HARRY, THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!" you yelled, causing Harry to flinch back. "I saw what happened just about everywhere. Swarmed by the paps asking me if we broke up and what I thought about the Hendall rumors. You don't invite me and you don't even call me asking how I am. How could you?"
You started to tear up. "I thought I meant something to you, I thought that you would never forget about me. I trusted you. You messed it up. YOU MESSED ME UP HOW COULD YOU HARRY?! ADMIT TO ME RIGHT NOW THAT I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU!! THAT THIS WHOLE TIME YOU HAD BEEN FOOLING WITH ME, THAT THIS WAS SOME KIND OF-" you got cut off, Harry's lips pressed tightly onto yours.
You however, broke off the kiss staring upset at him. He tried to wrap his arms around you but you pushed his arms off, stepping back. You tripped on the stairs, pushing you forward into his chest. "Now you've got no choice but to listen to me." Harry said, causing you to moan.
"Naya our love isn't a joke, I truly love you. I wanted to invite you to the yacht and I don't know why I didn't, and I didn't call you. God you must've been upset and worried, I'm terrible to you Naya, you deserve better, I'm sorry. Kendall and me hung out as friends. Neither of us want to be together I promise I have and will never lie to you sweet pea, why would I? Love you Naya, forgive me?" Harry asked.
"Already done."
