Was it All an Accident? (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction, Book Three)

Part Fifteen: You Can't Hide It

(Caleb’s POV)

One hour. One whole freaking hour. I had to listen to Brittney tell me how horrible a person I am for one hour. One long hour. One hour that didn’t seem to end, at all. Even her screams are still echoing in my ear. I’m just thankful she’s all yelled out, I’m sure we’ve got some noise complaints coming our way. I also wondered why we hadn’t had any yet. Maybe they were too afraid to even knock on the door because they’d get yelled at.

            Anyway, here we are, one hour later. She’s moving her bags towards the door, yeah, just barely. I mean, it wasn’t like she had even unpacked or anything! She’d just spent the last hour yelling at me, calling me names I deserved, and telling me how horrible a person I am, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I know, totally deserved it.

            “Why are you just sitting there? Care to intervene?”

            “No, you’re doing such a fabulous job!”

            “I hope she hates you like I do! After all, you led me to believe that you liked me! What the hell was this then?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “I do!” Then why did you ask. “You just wanted someone else to think about when you’re not too busy sulking about her!” She rolls her eyes. “Why can’t you get a clue! She doesn’t love you like you want her to! She’s never going to! Are you freaking blind?” Maybe. I hold my tongue and resist the urge to roll my eyes. “She will never love you! She will always love Harry more than you!”

            Standing up quickly, scaring her into taking a few steps back, I ball my hands into fists. “Why are you still wasting your time here?”

            She looked like I’d slapped her, even though I’d never do that. “Because you just don’t understand, do you? You’re never going to get it!”

            “Then why are you still here?”

            Shaking her head, she looks away. “Well, your wish is coming true, I’m leaving.” Man, didn’t I feel like a total tool. What did I expect was going to happen? I couldn’t keep dragging her around, pretending to like her when I didn’t! It wasn’t that I was hurt by the things she was saying, like I didn’t tell myself that every night before I went to bed. But maybe I don’t like Brittney because of Whytnie. Maybe it has nothing to do with Whytnie at all. Maybe I just want someone like Whytnie. A girl who isn’t over-the-top jealous, has the craziest obsessions, someone who gets crazy attached and strangely emotional about fictional characters (and happens to throw books across the room when they anger her), who gets mad but quickly gets over it, can’t hold a grudge to save her life, my best friend that I feel like I can tell everything to (well, almost everything, I guess), who laughs at everything I say like I’m the funniest guy she knows, someone who keeps their promises even when they’re mad, or someone who will give anything to help someone when she has the chance.

            Is that so much to ask for?