Mutinous

Chapter 45

The way to the house from the restaurant was luckily short. I knew I wouldn't have been able to take the tension in the car much longer. Not that I didn't like Anne, but with my growing nerves and galloping heartbeat, I knew I had to get this over with sooner rather than later and waiting for much longer would not have resulted in anything pretty.

She opened the door to the house for me with a smile, "you know where his room is," she said giving me an encouraging nod, and I faked her a smile afraid of how Harry might take it all. I knew I had not been fair on him. Ignoring him was not the way to do things, but I was so confused and had no idea how to tackle the situation. Perhaps I was just not made to be in a relationship?

I shook the thought away as I made my way upstairs. I was overreacting. We were fine. Harry and I were going to be okay, and I needed to stop letting my damn insecurities take over what I really wanted because what I wanted was him. It didn't matter what my parents thought or Gemma or anyone else for that matter, because I loved him, and I knew he loved me too.

I softly knocked on Harry's bedroom door, but no reply was heard from the other side. I opened the door to see Harry standing with his back towards me. Unsure of whether or not he knew it was me I stayed silent thinking his curiosity would take over eventually, and he would turn his head to face me. He didn't and my own curiosity took over instead and I started talking too eager to know what he was thinking. "I'm sorry," I said in a lack of other words. I wasn't sure my two words were enough for Harry to forgive me, but it was a start. He didn't say anything, which resulted in my heart rate increasing and my nerves growing. Was he mad at me? Not that I didn't think he had every right to be, yet that didn't mean I thought he would be. Especially not since Anne had so kindly taken her time to see me and had brought me here. I reminded myself to thank Louis later. When Harry stayed silent and didn't take the time to look at me, I took it in my own hands and walked over to wrap my arms around him from behind. I just needed to feel him close. I needed to know that we were okay, and I was in a lack of other things to do. The second my arms made contact with his body and I pulled him close into mine, his body jerked, but it soon relaxed and I could tell he was enjoying my touch even if he made no words to tell me so. I rested my head on his back. "I'm sorry," I repeated yet my two words still didn't seem to have any effect on him. "Harry, please say something. Talk to me! I can't take your silent treatment any longer," I begged, but he still said nothing, and I knew he was letting me suffer just like I had let him suffer for a few days. It was all Gemma's fault though. She made me believe that it was the right thing to let him go if I really loved him, and I believed her so blindly, young and confused about what else to do.

"Your mum brought me here, Harry. I'm sorry I did what I did. Thought I was doing the right thing. Gemma said if I loved you, I should let you go. Thought I was doing you a favour, okay. I'm so, so sorry. Please don't stay mad at me! Please forgive me, I can't take this any longer-" I rambled, and Harry finally cut me off with his own words.

"Please stop talking," he said, and I gasped. Was he really that mad at me? I wondered, but when he turned around with a smile and wrapped his arms around me I knew we were okay. At least for now. "You're cute when you ramble," he said, and I blushed looking down.

"I'm sorry, Harry! So so sorry. Don't want us not talking, but I thought-"

"Gemma made you believe it was the right thing. I know. Yet I thought you knew me better than to think I would not be a complete mess without you," he said looking down, and I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach at his confession. He had been a mess without me. Somehow that was incredibly sweet.

"I'm sorry," I repeated as if it was the only words I still knew how to pronounce.

"I know, El, but I need you to promise me, you won't listen to people again. I can't take not having you here, but at the same time, I want you to trust me, and I want you to come to me when you're unsure about something. I know Gemma did wrong in what she did. She's just very protective of me, but you should have come to me. You should have explained it to me, okay."