Where Do Broken Hearts Go.

Part 4.

Your POV: I was currently at the mall with my mom. She was trying something on in the dressing rooms, while I was looking through the jewelry.
I found some really cute earrings that were in the shape of crescent moons, and I decided I wanted to buy them. I walked over to the cashier line, and as I waited, I noticed some girls that looked familiar standing right in front of me. I wasn't really paying much attention however, until I overheard them say something. "So, guess who was at my house last night?" One of them said, in an annoyingly conceited voice. "Don't tell me it was Harry again" another giggled. "Harry? Harry Styles?" the third one asked, in disbelief. "Yeah, he's been after me for the longest time, he's so desperate" the first one laughed. I looked at all three of them, and noticed they were cheerleaders from my school. The first one, the annoying one, was Hillary. She was the captain of the cheer squad, her parents were rich, and even if I hate to admit it, she was stunning. But that still didn't give her the right to be talking lies about MY boyfriend. I was about to tell her off, but I was called on by another cashier that was unoccupied. Just as I finished paying, I looked back to find them gone.

I was furious. They were all full of it. I mean, Harry? He would never go to some other girl's house behind my back. He would never be after her. He loved me, like I loved him. I trusted him, completely.
On the other hand, she sounded so honest about the entire thing, even going to the extent of basically making fun of him and his desperation. Why was I feeling jealous? I've never been jealous. I have always known that Harry is mine, and that I am his, and nothing can come between us. But what Hillary said, and how she said it was making my blood boil. The worst part was that Harry wasn't with me last night, he had said he was going over to Caden's house. Had he lied?
I needed to stop jumping into conclusions like this. It wasn't fair to him, and maybe I was just overreacting. My best option right now was just to talk to Harry, and I'm sure everything would be fine. "Well, that dress didn't fit" my mom said as she walked over to me. "Don't they have it in another size?" I asked her, completely forgetting all about Harry, for now. "Nope, that's the largest one they carry" she replied disappointedly. I just shrugged and we walked out of the store, both feeling empty.