Casanova H.S

Chapter Thirteen

"This will be the most beautiful wedding in all history!" Olivia screams while she runs around planning her dream wedding. I knew this was how it was going to be from the start, but I still wished that I at least could have something to say on the decorations since I am forced to do this.

"Yeah, I'm sure it will be," I say from my chair in the living room. There are flowers everywhere in all different shades and colors, but none of which I want.

"It's your wedding, Mira! You need to sound more excited." She barks at me almost making me jump in my seat. She walks over to me with red roses in one hand, and blue tulips in the other. "Which one?" She asks referring to the flowers. I open my mouth to say something, but she beats me to it. "Yes good idea, we should get white roses instead." I was actually going to say blue orchids, but nevermind.

Olivia walks away, and seconds later Luna throws herself on the couch before me. "Do you remember that guy from the ball I danced with?" She asks, and I just hum in response not really interested. "The one I am in love with." She says again, and I just hum again. "You know, the guy that brought me flowers two days ago." This, however, sparks my interest.

"What?" I ask begging to god she doesn't mean Harry, my Harry.

"Yeah, I believe his name was Heath. You remember him, right?" She asks with hope in her eyes.

Oh dear god, she means Harry. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"

"Because I have been devastated all morning." She sighs. She doesn't look devastated at all to me. She doesn't look happy, but I think this is all in her head like usual.

"Why? What did he do?" I ask a bit intrigued.

"He slept with another girl last night." She lets out a fake cry pretending that this really did hurt her.

I look away in shock. I left Harry last night, and nothing happened between the two of us, so she has to be talking about someone else. My thoughts drift back to the girl I bumped into yesterday that was heading in the direction of Harry's house. How could he? He told me he didn't take girls home. Did he lie to me all this time? Did it literally take a minute for him to get over me?

I stand up in a hurry surprising everyone around me. "I just need to go for a walk," I inform them before I make my way towards the door as fast as I can.

Once I am outside I start to run, run to Harry. It doesn't take long before I am outside his door, and I knock on it has hard as I can feeling rage and hurt take over me. The door quickly opens, and Harry looks surprised to see me.

"How could you!" I push him back with all the power I have.

"Mira, what are you talking about?" He asks confused as he tried to take my hands so I can't push him again, but I don't let him.

"You know what I am talking about. Did it really take a few seconds for you to get over me, and go sleep with another whore?" I am so angry I don't even know what I am saying. I shove him again this time a bit harder. I want to make him hurt as much as I am hurting now, but at the same time, I don't.

"Mira, you need to calm down." He says, and I feel my anger grow.

"Calm down? I have every right to react this way." I walk past him further into the house so our conversation can be private, and not for every nosy neighbor to hear. In this town, there is a lot of those.

"No, you don't." This time it is he who is screaming, and I almost step back in surprise, but I stand my ground instead. "It was your choice to leave me. You have no right to get mad at me for sleeping with another woman. Do you expect me to just sit here while you go and marry another man?" He says stepping closer to me. I can almost feel how mad he is. I take in his words and realize that I indeed have no right.

"You're right," I say out loud surprising the both of us. This must be the first time in my life that I have admitted to a fault on my behalf. I am still hurt, but I have no right to fight with him about this. This is his life, and I chose to leave it yesterday.

"I think you should leave." I almost can't hear him, but I do, and the amount of hurt those words brought me was overwhelming. Nevertheless, I close my eyes take a deep breath and nod.

"Yeah, I think so too," I say as I slowly make my way towards the door, and close it behind me with a heavy heart.

Harry's perspective

The door shuts with a thud, and a breath I didn't realize I was holding in escapes my lonely lips. That thud was a confirmation of her leaving. I might see her again, but she is no longer mine. I don't think she ever was. She has always been her own person. A strong mind, and heart, and I don't think anyone will ever be able to tame that, and I hope no one ever will.

"Why did you lie?" A voice makes me bring my hand to my chest in surprise, completely forgetting that I wasn't alone. Niall comes out from the kitchen where I assume he has been standing this whole time. I have known Niall since I first came here. He is one of the only friends I have, but he also only know me as Heath.

"Because if she hates me she will be able to do the right thing for her, and her family. If I had told her the truth I know she would never be able to let go of me completely." I admit to him as I take a beer out of his hand, and lay down on the couch.

He sits down beside me with a beer of his own. "Are you certain you did this for her?" He asks raising his brows not believing me.

"In a way yes. I would never admit this to her, but I'm scared." I tell him surprised by my own honesty. I have never needed to talk about this with someone before, but I am glad I m telling Niall.

"Of what?"

"Of the fact that she is capable of living whiteout me in her life, and the fact that I don't think I can. I don't even know what I was doing before I met her." I stare down at the cup filled with beer in my hand with an empty look.

"Then why didn't you tell her the truth, and made her stay with you?" He takes a sip of his beer but is quick to look back at me letting me know he is listening.

"Because when you love someone their happiness is more important than yours."