Short chapter but it has quite a bit of drama in it , so brace yourselves!! x
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I stand in front of the door handle of the bathroom contemplating if I should open it or not to face Bella and all her questions.
I have been in the bathroom for at least half an hour so Bella is probably wondering what I am doing in here. I start to pace and I am getting really nervous right now. I had lied to Bella and even though she has been treating me like crap recently I still feel bad for lying.
After waiting for about five more minutes I finally build up the courage to face Bella. I might as well get it over with. My hand reaches for the door handle and I slowly open it to see Bella still lying on the bed and looking through the photos. When she hears the door creak she looks up at me with an expression that has hurt and anger in it mixed together.
"Bella I am so sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Shut up!" Bella cuts in.
"What?" I say, not really asking what she said but why she said it.
She looks at me straight in the eyes.
"I said shut up."
I stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say.
"Oh, and by the way. I knew that you weren't with your cousin. She lives in Ireland and we are in London for Pete's sake. I'm not stupid Clio! I can't believe you lied to me like that. You went behind my back to see Harry and you know he is kinda off limits." She snapped and looked at me directly in the eyes.
"Bella I-"
"How could you? You know Harry Styles, a boy in a famous boy band would never love you let alone appreciate your presence. When has a guy ever paid much attention to you?" She continued.
"I--"
"Never. That's right.' She interjects.
"The only time a guy has cared for you is when he pretended because he was dared to. Do you really think Harry is different?"
The anger started to boil up inside of me. I have never in my life felt this much anger toward someone. Bella was my best friend, some one that I trusted and confided in and now she is bullying me.
"Bella, I can do whatever I want with my life and if it includes hanging around with Harry then so be it! I am sick and tired of you treating me like this. Do you know how shit I feel with you saying all this crap about me?" I protest loudly, tear brimming my eyes.
"I don't care how you feel. Got it? Ever since you took Harry away from me is the day you became nothing to me. You never go for your so called best friends guy!" She shouted back at me.
"Bella, Harry is not yours. You never were dating or knew each other. Harry isn't mine either so I don't even know what you are saying. We are not in a relationship, we are just merely friends, if that's ok with you." I yell back.
The last time Bella and I have had a fight was probably back when we were five and we were fighting over whose barbie doll had the best hair and even then twenty minutes later we were best friends again.
"You know what? I am over this! You can go around with you stupid boyfriend that doesn't even like you and wants to be with me! But remember I won't be there to tell you I told you so, so I will tell you now. I hope you know that I will not be talking to you because you broke the most basic rule of friendship" Bella screams before grabbing the door handle and throwing it back open.
I was now officially pissed off.
"Go. Just go and you know what you won't be there to say I told you so because you won't need to, Harry is a nice guy he would never treat me like crap like you have for the past couple of weeks. Get out!" I shout and Bella looks at me and I swear I could see steam coming out of her ears. She quickly turns and storms out of my room, slamming the door so hard that it nearly came off its hinges.
The tears that I had been holding back during our fight are now pouring out of my eyes and I feel as though they won't stop. I land on my bed and start bawling. I hear a soft knock at my door.
"Come in." I say barely above a whisper and I turn to see Kimberley standing at my door way with a sympathetic look on her face. She comes over to me and starts to stroke my back slowly making me calm down.
"Clio, do you want to talk about it?" She speaks for the first time since entering my room.
Honestly, I really don't want to.
