Opposites.

Chapter 63.

"Harry I'm leaving!" I call out as I walk down the stairs. I'm going out for some coffee and maybe go shopping, alone. I need some alone time, I'm not a people person. I walk down the warm sunny streets of London, looking for a Starbucks. After a few blocks I finally find one. I walk into the cool shop, the smell of coffee filling the air. I order my drink, waiting. After I pay and grab my drink, I thank the lady and walk back outside heading towards the nearest mall. My phones starts to vibrate in my back pocket causing me to stop and take it out.

'Incoming call - Unknow'

"Hello?" I answer and begin walking.

"Hey Delilah." Nicole voice speaks.

"Oh what's up?" I ask a little confused at why she's calling me.

"Nothing, I just need to talk to you about something." She tells me sweetly.

"What about?" I ask hesitantly.

"Harry." She tells me making my heart drop.

"Wh-what about him?" I ask slightly angry. I change my coarse walking through a park.

"We saw him at the bar, he's quite the cheeky type." She laughs and my breath hitches.

"What happened?" I ask in almost a whisper sitting down on a park bench.

"Well my friend and I were there and we saw Harry so of course we sat down with him and his red headed friend, he bought us some drinks and flirted none stop with us, you sure he's not single?" She asks me.

"He flirted with you?" I ask her in disbelief. Harry wouldn't do that.

"I have a picture of us."

Those five words tore my world apart.

"Check your texts." She says acting sad before hanging up. I quickly look at my messages seeing the back of her head, her hands on Harry's shoulder. What. The. Fuck. I break down, right there at 3:20 pm in the middle of a park. Stupid Harry, stupid Nicole, stupid London, stupid life, stupid ME.

"There's no way he would cheat on me." I try to laugh but look at the picture again. It looks like they are making out, how could you fake that? I'm so done with all this. I run back to the apartment ignoring the strange looks I get from strangers. I bolt up the stairs straight to the guest room or Nialls room. I lock the doors ignoring the sound of Perrie calling my name.

"Delilah, you okay?" She calls knocking on my door.

"I'm fine." I croak and start to cry again.

"You sure?" She asks knowing I lied.

"Please leave." I call out and slide to the floor.

"Why do I keep doing this to myself." I whisper under my breath.

I forced my self off the ground after a hour or so of crying and laid down and decided to take a shower. I washed my hair and my body, trying not to cry anymore. I get out and dry off not knowing what I'm supposed to wear now. I open the door and sneak into mine and Harry's room, grabbing something to sleep in and going back before anyone can see me. I change and lay down, sniffling, trying to fall asleep.

-Harry's POV-

"What the hell did you do!" Perrie yells at me as she walks into the gym.

"What?" I ask confused at her sudden outburst. She looks beyond pissed off.

"What the hell did you do to Delilah? She came home and went straight into Nialls room crying her eyes out!" She yells again, what? Why is she crying?

"Why would she be crying?" I raise my voice grabbing my gym bag. Heading for the door with Perrie right behind me.

"You better fix whatever you did because she doesn't deserve that!" Perrie warns and walks to her car leaving me alone and confused. I climb into my car speeding towards the apartment. I cannot stand the thought of her alone and crying. As I arrive to the flat it's empty. I throw my gym bag down and walk towards the room. I try to open it but of course it's locked.

"Delilah!" I call banging on the door.

No answer.

"Delilah!" I yell again banging harder.

"Go away Harry." She yells her voice hoarsely from crying.

"Not till you tell me why your fucking crying!" I call back not meaning to sound so harsh.

"You. Now go." I hear her say and my Hearst drops.

"What did I do? Either you open this door or I will gladly break it." I warn and hear the door knob wiggle.

"What?" She snaps as the door swings open. Her eyes are red and puffy, her usual bright eyes are grey.

"Tell me why your crying?" I ask her gently.

"I know what you did, and yet you sit here and act like you did nothing!" She yells blinking to stop the tears.

"I honestly don't know what your talking about." I reach for her but she pulls away.

"You kissed her." She whispered looking down.

"Who?" I asked shocked.

"Nicole!" She yells and tries to shut the door but I stop her, my power overtaking hers.

"I did not! She tired to kiss me but I got up, she tired, she didn't kiss me!" I tell her hoping she'll believe me.

"I saw the picture. It looked like you two were kissing."

"You have to believe me when I say I didn't kiss her, why would I kiss her if I have you?" I ask her and she looks up at me.

"I thought you would get bored of me and want someone like Nicole." She whispered looking back at her feet, how could she ever think like this?

-Delilah's POV-

"I thought you would get bored of me and want someone like Nicole" I whisper looking at the ground, Nicole is so much prettier and has a better body. She's so confident and gets what she wants, Im not any of those things.

"You can't be serious, right?" Harry asked causing me to frown even more.

"I am though, you could do so much better then me! I bet you don't even love me." I yell trying not to cry, I need to be strong, maybe me and Harry weren't meant to be.

"Have you seen yourself? Your way to good for me. Don't ever say that about yourself. You don't see yourself when you blush, you don't see yourself when your spacing off and then snap back into reality, you don't see the way I look at you when your laughing. So don't you dare say that I don't love you because I do." Harry says stern but sweetly. Before I can respond Harry's lips crashes onto mine, making me stubble back but Harry catches me, his hand in the small part of my back pushing us close together.

"I love you Delilah." Harry says as he breaks the kiss.

"And I love you Harry." I smile and kiss his lips again.