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Chapter 6

I smile at Niall's words, "I hope not."

He smiles and returns to his seat. For the next ten minutes, I end up playing Candy Crush on my phone, but soon run out of lives since my mind is on Harry. I hope he isn't too angry. I really wanted to go for breakfast with all of them and I don't need Harry glaring at me the whole time. I hate fighting with any of them because there is no way I could really get away from them. Not that I would even want to anyways.

"Let's go!" Zayn screams from behind me and I feel the plane lowering on to the ground. I smile and grab my suitcase.

"Scarlett go tell Harry to get out of the freaking bathroom already!" Niall whines. I laugh and nod my head, but I see Harry coming out already.

"Never mind," I whisper more to myself and get off the plane, along with the rest of them.

When we arrive at the hotel we will be staying at, they inform us that we will all have our own rooms. Thank god. I do not want to be sharing a room with Harry like I usually do now that he is so angry with me.

Once I am all settled in, I lay back in the comfortable bed and sigh.

"Uhh, Scarlett?" Harry lightly knocks on my opened door. 

"Umm, yes?" I sit up. He doesn't look me in they eye and I can't tell if he's still upset with me or not.

"Let's go, we're all going out to eat."

"Okay. But come here, please." I pat the space on the bed next to me.

He shakes his head, "We're going right now." And leaves me with that.

I feel slightly embarrassed at his rejection but I decide to go down with them anyway.

 "Where are we going?" I ask as we all climb in to the van.

"IHOP." Niall smiles.

"I thought we were going to eat some pizza?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I want waffles!"

I laugh and nod, "Whatever. Let's get some later on. I was really hoping for some pizza." I smile.

"Yeah later today." He nods.

I order chocolate chip pancakes while they order a lot of food I am not even sure they are going to finish in the first place.

Usually whenever we go out to eat, Harry always sits next to me and Louis, but not this time. I'm sat in between Niall and Zayn while Louis, Harry, and Liam are sat in front of us. Harry made sure he sat the farthest away from me. I don't understand why he's so mad about this. I only told him the truth and if he doesn't want to accept it then I guess that's his problem. I've tried talking to him about this already, and he just left so if he wanted to talk to me, he will. I am not going to beg him to forgive and talk to me again. It's not happening. He has to be the one to decide if he wants to even talk to me again.

I'm just glad that we're on tour and we wont have to go back home to our flat which we share. That would have been awkward.

"Scarlett your room is next to mine right?" Liam asks.

"Yeah I think so." I say with a mouth full of pancakes.

"Dammit Scar! Chew with your mouth closed!" Niall screams through a mouth full of food, and I can't help but shriek out in laughter.

"You guys are disgusting." Zayn laughs and I smack his arm, chewing my food with my mouth open in his face as Niall does the same. Everyone laughs except for Harry, and I soon stop, returning to eating normally.

"What are we doing after this?" I ask after I down my food with orange juice.

"Sleeping!" Louis exclaims.

"Sleeping?! We slept the whole plane ride!" I frown.

"Ha, maybe you did! We didn't." He rolls his eyes.

"I did too." Harry smiles, at Louis mostly.

"See," I point to Harry, "I wasn't the only one!" I stick my tounge out to him.

"I don't give a shit, I'm sleeping." He smirks.

I groan and continue to eat my pancakes.

When we get back to our hotel, I'm still really full from all of the food I ate so I decide to lie down and stalk some fans on Instagram. I think it's actually pretty funny, all the stuff they say about us I mean, usually the boys. A lot of them are really.. sexual. It's pretty funny actually. After about 30 minutes, I decide to get up and head to the bathroom to shower.

"Scar..?"

I turn around and see Harry at my doorway.

"What?" I am actually pretty annoyed with him. He made a big deal out of me just being honest with him, then he leaves when I try to apologize.

"Can we talk?" He asks quietly.

"I guess." I say.

He walks over and sits at the edge of my bed. I sit next to him.

"So.." I say after a brief moment of silence.

He sighs, "Scarlett, I'm sorry for getting so angry. I know you we're just trying to be honest with me, but you have no right to even assume that. You don't know her."

I want to slap him right now. "Okay, but I was only telling you what I thought of her. She doesn't look like she cares for you much, other than your fame and money."

He rolls his eyes, "She isn't like that-"

"Then tell me, when was the last time she has even called you? Texted you? When was the last time she had a real conversation with you without asking you for things? Without asking you to tell your fans to follow her on her twitter and Instagram? Open your eyes Harry." I breathe.

By now I can't tell whether Harry is mad or not.

"She's not like that." Is all he says through gritted teeth. I shrug.

"Okay, if that's what you want to believe." I lie back down and scroll through Instagram, hoping he would soon leave. But he doesn't.

"It's what I know." He finally says.

"Okay then." I say, not wanting to argue any further. He clearly doesn't, and will never, see how she really is. And I can't force him to believe so when he finds out I was right, I hope he doesn't come to me.

"Okay?" He asks.

"What? What do you want me to say?" I ask, irritated.

He shrugs. "I'm not sure."

"Then?"

"Why are you angry?" He asks quietly, scrunching his eyebrows together. I sit up.

"I am not angry. I just don't know what you fucking want me to say. If you don't want to believe me, then I guess that's too fucking bad, I can't force you to and to be honest I don't even want to argue with you anymore. If you want to be mad at me for telling you the truth and you want to stop talking to me then go ahead and stop talking to me, just don't expect me to be the one to apologize this time!" My face is red and I am out of breath by now but I really do not care, I am pretty damn pissed by now.

"Is it true?"

"What?" I scrunch my eyebrows together.

"That you like me. Is it true?" He looks me in the eyes.