Message in a Bottle

Spilled Confessions (8)

Chapter 8

*Ciara's POV*

After our waitress got over the fact that she's serving Harry Styles, our food arrives. I take the opportunity of having food in my mouth to keep me from talking most of the time. When I had devoured all of my Caesar salad, I knew I was in deep trouble.

Through out the whole date, he's been asking me basic questions about myself. From what my favorite color is to what to street I live on, but this question really catches me off guard. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" I can feel his eyes burning through my flesh. I take my attention away from my empty plate and up to his marvelous features.

"That's kind of a broad question," I fiddle with the fork that's in my right hand.

"Ah, so you do?"

"I mean..." I let out a breath, loud enough for him to hear it. I'm afraid that if I look at him for too long, I would just start sobbing, so I mostly kept my focus on my hands. Harry just reminds me of all the loved ones that I have lied to.

"I had a girlfriend," that got my attention. I look up to him, his emerald eyes stare out the window that's placed next to our booth. "Her name was Maggie," he looks almost like he was broken.

"What happened?"

"She cheated on me," his gaze meets mine and we just hold it there for a moment, "I don't want your boyfriend to feel what I felt."

I fall back until my back hits the chair. "He won't." How can Mike still be in love with me when all he does it cause me pain?

"How is that, Ciara?" His low voice asks harshly.

"I can't tell you," I express.

"Why?" He looks at me like I was high.

"I just can't! It's complicated."

Harry rolls his eyes and flings up his hands, "well if you're cheating on him, you need to break up."

I edge closer to him in my seat, Harry doesn't get it. No one did. "You won't understand," I put my hands to my forehead and block my eyes from him, I don't want him to see me cry.

"I can try," he grabs my wrists and gently pulls them down to the table, his voice was smooth and soothing.

"If I tell you, promise that you won't judge me."

"I promise," he whispers.

"Mike, my boyfriend, and I have a child..." I start, "well... it's not really his kid." I feel my breath hitch in my throat as I wait for Harry's approval to continue, once he nods I don't know how to explain the rest. "I basically cheated on Mike and I got pregnant..."

"You told Mike that it was his baby, didn't you?" Harry's eyebrow is knitted into a dark arch. His eyes follow my trembling lips as I talk, deeply listening to everything I'm admitting to him.

"Yes."

He sat there stumped for a bit, not knowing how to respond. His fingertips strum the table and he begins biting his bottom lip intently. After a minute or two, Harry looks back up at me, "you need to get rid of Mike and you need to find your child's real father."

I let his words sink in until I realize, I couldn't do that. "No Harry, I can't tell Mason's real father that it's his child."

"How come?" Harry had a puzzled look spread across his features.

"I don't think he'd believe me."

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Why would he? He's too busy for someone like me," I breath out.

"If I was that guy, I would make time for you and your son any day." I sit there wonderstruck, this would be the perfect opportunity to tell him. Wouldn't it? I wish Harry knew that I have been talking about him the entire time, maybe things would be okay if I did tell him.

"You are that guy, Harry," right when I release the words from my mouth, I wanted to go back in time and erase them. I knew I just made a huge mistake by the look on his face.

*Harry's POV*

It felt like a load of heavy bricks were released onto my chest, this had to be some kind of joke. "What?" I shriek. The atmosphere in the room completely changed.

"This isn't our first time meeting..." She lets out a breath, her crystal blue eyes look down in despair.

"What do you mean?" I was half expecting Ashton Kutcher to come out from somewhere and yell that I had just been Punk'd but when he didn't, I started to tremble.

"We met at a bar two years ago, you were drunk, as well as I," she shuts her eyes tightly, "we went back to your place and did stuff..." I stare back at her in horror. There was no way I could of already had sex with Ciara, created a baby with her and not remember. It's obviously a lie, just some poor girl that makes up stories because she meets Harry Styles.

I gather my things unnoticeably and before I get up to walk away, I whisper four last harsh words to Ciara, "you're a fucking liar." Then I'm off.

I steer through tables quickly, "Harry! I'm not lying!" I hear Ciara's delicate voice call from behind me. Everyone was staring with curious eyes, we were for sure creating a scene.

It seems like forever but I finally reach the exit. As I walk out of the glass doors, I run into an old couple, "watch it!" The man hisses at me but I keep my gaze on the concrete flooring and continue with my movement.

I'm sprinting to my vehicle now, it feels like one of those dreams I always seem to have. Someone's behind me, usually a killer, I'm trying to escape but my feet only seem to drag behind me, making me move as slow as possible.

"Harry! Stop!" Ciara calls again, sounding distant. I reach my car with keys in my grip and plop in. I take a quick glance at Ciara and she's only a couple paces away from my car. I stick the key into the ignition and twist it rapidly, my car roaring to life. Before Ciara could get any closer, I put the gears into drive and storm away, the rubber on my tires squealing as I flee.

~

I take in a deep breath and fall onto the leather couch, it seems like I can't breathe properly. Louis is sitting across from me, a giant bowl of buttery popcorn in his hands as he watches a new show that I didn't know the name of.

"L-Lou," I stutter, wiping my forehead. Ever since I left the restaurant, I've been uncontrollably shaking and sweating like mad.

"Hm?" He murmurs, his attention still locked on the television. I want to tell him what just happened, but then maybe he would judge me. I know I could be myself around Louis, but I was acting like an asshole only 30 minutes ago to Ciara. It felt completely wrong.

It must have taken me too long to reply because Louis begins to ask me what was going on. I hesitate, combing my fingers through my curls to stall for a couple seconds. "Um, the date didn't go too well..." I relax a bit after I tell him.

"I forgot you even went! It seemed like you were here all evening, what happened?" He's wearing a white T-shirt with his black baggy pants. The bowl of popcorn was still placed in between his legs and he had a concerned look spread across his face.

"I don't even know," I let out an uncomfortable laugh as I shift my body awkwardly.

He frowns a bit, "well if you yourself don't know what happened I don't think I can help you, mate."

I start to bite my tongue, "yeah, it's not that important anyways."

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