Secrets

Chapter 6

( Amanda's POV.)

I woke up in a dimly lighted room. My vision was blurry and I had no idea where I was. There was a familiar smell hanging in the air that I couldn't really place. Then the events of last night came crashing down on me. The last thing I remembered was the boy sitting in a car next to me, rubbing my cheek, telling me it was going be okay.

Groaning, I rolled over and hit something, well really someone. My eyes snapped open and I scooted back recognizing the smell of the cologne. Harry.

As quickly as I recognized his perfect smell, his arms snaked around me and pulled me closer to him.

I froze as the memory of what happened at the restaurant, recognizing that this was the boy that saved me from Jake, the man that wanted to kill me. And there was no way I could ever repay him.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. Don't freak out," his voice was so soothing and soft that I could only relax into his embrace. We stayed like that for a while and I did enjoy the way his arms felt around me. I felt at home and safe there, but I had to brake the silence.

"Harry," I said turning around to him. "We need to stop," I said. He gave me a confused look.

"Stop what?" He asked as he reach to play with my hair. I pushed away form him and sat on the other side of the bed so I could try and clear my head.

"Stop this," I said pointing to me then him. He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"But why?" He protested laying his forehead in my neck giving me light kisses, his face a mask of pain. How was I going to let him go again?

"Oh Harry, I really can't go through all that drama again." I looked down at my hands which were opened in my lap. Opened and empty, just like my heart. I realized that I wasn't wearing what I was wearing when I was at the restaurant. I was wearing on of Harry's shirts and some sweat pants. I tried to keep the pain I was feeling out of my voice, but I could tell that Harry could see how much pain I was going through. He lifted his head up so his eyes were locked on mine. His face held no expression. He leaned forward so our foreheads were touching, but nothing else. His voice suddenly turned to a whisper.

"I told you things are going to be okay, right?" He questioned. I nodded. "Do you believe me?" He asked leaning in a little bit closer. I nodded again. "Good. Because every thing WILL be fine," he finish before leaning in once more as our lips connected for the first time in a long time. I had longed for his plump lips agains mine for so long. The taste of his lips were cinnamon. My favorite. How did he know? My hand was on the back of his neck while his hand was already working its way up my back under my shirt. Goosebumps started to appear on my arms and I knew I was lost so I gave into his wondrous kiss.

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A time later, I hand changed into a green dress with white polka-dots scattered across it. Harry ordered Nando's as I wondered to his couch and stared at his movie collection. I was impressed that he was able to get and keep so many movies in his collection while moving. I looked some more and realized that they were all in alphabetical order. I smiled as my eyes landed our favorite movie to watch together. So I grabbed it and tossed it into the DVD player, waiting for it to hit the main menu. As soon as it did, I quickly pressed play, waiting for Harry to return. He came back with two bottles of Coke and set them on coffee table in front of the couch I was sitting at and sat down next to me.

"I see you've already chosen a movie for us," he said eyeing me playfully. Excitement bubbled up inside me as the movie started playing. Harry looked at me with side eyes.

"The Breakfast Club?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded and scooted closer towards Harry and took his hand. It felt so right sitting there just holding his hand. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to be with him for the rest of my life. But I could tell that there was something between us that would stop it from happening.

There was a ding in the kitchen and I looked at Harry.

"Popcorn's ready," he said. "Don't disappear on me now". He kissed me on the forehead, hopped up and ran into the kitchen. How could I have been so lucky to end up with this amazing guy? As he disappeared into the kitchen, there was a sudden knock on the door. My neck snapped towards the door. Who could it be? I slowly got up off the couch and headed towards the door. Maybe it was the food that Harry ordered.

I turned the knob and opened the door only to see Lacey standing there with her blond hair in perfect curls, all dressed in light pink. This was the girl that was kissing Harry on the night of the prom. Where in the world did she come from? Maybe Harry never let her go. Did he forget about me and go to her? My heart pounded inside of my chest, ready to explode.

"Hi! I'm Lacey, is Harry here? I heard he was back for good this time." She was all smiles with perfect white teeth and all I really wanted to do was punch her. Maybe nock out one of them so she wouldn't be so perfect anymore. I glared at her.

"Why are YOU here? Does he even know that your coming?" I snarled. She raised one eyebrow at me and took one step closer to me.

"No, he doesn't, so maybe I should be asked in the questions. Who are YOU?" She hissed at me.

"Popcorn is ready! Do you want any extra butter?" Harry poked his head around the corner and his face turned to shock as he took in the scene. He stood there frozen in time. I raised my hands up in surrender.

"I don't know Harry. Why don't you ask Lacey!" Then I stormed out of the open door. I knew I couldn't trust him like that again. I let my emotions at that exact point in time take over, and I over looked him and what he had done. Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled down the stairs and into the rain. I soon realized that I was at Harry's flat. I looked around, trying to find the place I found comforting and safe. I soon found what I was looking for and ran there. I barged into Louis's flat and found him in the living room watching soccer. He turned to me his expression clueless one second, concerned and worried the next.

"Amanda? What is it?" He questioned. I just shook my head and ran to him, collapsing in his lap.

"I trusted him, Louis," I whispered, my tears falling in his lap.

"Who?" He asked me. I looked up at him.

"Harry. And he broke me, once again."