Apologies

Chapter Nineteen

MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND STORYLINE. Okay so guess who makes an appearance, Marcel! Now when Marcel change his attitude, he does not become Harry. You’ll understand when you read the chapter. Marcel is simply an outline for his character, or visualisation for readers. Kk, sorry about the wait. I'm a horrible person and I do care, I really do. It's just i've got a lot going on, but school starts soon so I will be back on an updating schedule. Oh and only one person, thank you Nikki1231d, commented on my last authors note, I guess you didn't like the idea of the contest?

Chapter 19

I tossed the suitcases in the hotel room and tossed myself onto the bed. “Aww a 3 hour plane flight tired you out?” I laughed into the pillow at Harry’s remark, and shook my head up and down.

“3 hours sitting down tires a person out.” I mumbled, I am not sure he understood me fully but I think he got my point. I felt the weight of the bed shift when Harry sat down on the edge and placed his hand on my back, rubbing tiny circles into my shirt. “That feels good.” I said, still talking into the pillow. I felt Harry’s other hand move my loose hair to one side of my neck. Then I felt his lips pressed gently to my neck right below my ear. “Are you taking advantage of a tired out girl?” I replied and he laughed lightly into my skin.

“Ok, has anyone seen Harry and Evie?” I heard an annoyingly familiar voice call out as he opened the hotel door. I heard Harry sigh as he looked up at Elliot’s flustered face. “Oh, sorry didn’t mean to um, interrupt.”

“You weren’t interrupting anything-” I said sitting up but was cut off by Harry.

“Yeah he kind of was.” Harry scoffed, and I rolled my eyes at him and laughed.

“Well sorry but i’ve got to know where everyone is, it’s kind of my job.” Elliot said running his hand nervously through his hair.

“We are adults Elliot, we’re good. We’ll call when we need you.” Harry replied, i’ve never seen him so annoyed. I don’t exactly know what’s going on. I think Harry has a routine with his tour. Plus the awkward air just surrounds Elliot and myself, and I think it makes Harry uncomfortable. I apologized to him, but I don’t think that fixed much. I don’t blame him, I was pretty harsh when it came to the ever so lovely, Rose.  Elliot nodded and left closing the hotel door behind him.

“That was a bit harsh.” I said sitting up and looking at Harry.

“I know, i’m sorry. I should go apologize and-”

“No, no more freaking apologies. Jesus how many times can one say they are sorry for things they aren’t sorry about.”

“I don’t think this is about Elliot interrupting me kissing you, Evie you’ve got to open up.” I looked up at a desperate and begging Harry. His hand was holding tightly onto mine. “Just tell me why you are upset and on edge all the time.”

“I’m not on edge all the time.” I retorted, looking down at our intertwined hands. Harry sighed and began to pull his hand away from mine, but instinct pulled him closer. “I’m sorry-”

“But are you really?” Harry asked referring to my previous comment.

*Flashback*

“Evie, it’s time for school!” I groaned and turned on my side, covering my head with my pillow.

“No it’s not.” I moaned.

“Yes it is!” How did she hear me? I pushed myself out of bed and got changed into jeans and a t-shirt. The t-shirt had an insignia of my favorite band on it at the time. My hair fell in a frizzy curly mess, but who was I trying to impress? I put on a headband and that was that. I found my way out the door and to school, my bag tossed over my shoulder. I texted Kate, asking her where she was, normally we would meet on the way to school but she hadn’t met me at the normal spot. Guess who was sick today? I sighed when I read the sorry text from her and noted that today was going to be a bad day. I thought about skipping, but I couldn’t do that. My parents would find out, and then that would be the end of a lot of things. My dad would end Harry’s life, even though I wouldn’t mind it, my mom’s friendship with her best friend Anne, and I just couldn’t do that to them.