Chapter 17: Decisions Decisions Decisions
"Hello?" My voice echoed. I couldn't see anything. Darkness was blinding me. Where am I? I slowly walked down the road. A familiar road to be exact. I've been here before but I can't remember it. I heard a scream. It was a scream of pain, fear and anger all at once. I ran to where the sound was. I can't see anything. My feet was only the one doing the work, as if it knew where to go.
Silence.
The screams were gone. The silence wasn't that long when I heard sobs. I continued walking. Then I saw a dim light from a post. There was a man sitting beside it. His face was covered with his hands. Bloody hands. I was starting to get scared. Why does he have blood on his hands? He was still crying.
"Hello?" I spoke. He stopped. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Why Andie? Why?" He screamed. "Why did you do this to me? We could have been together. Why Andie?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Adrian!" I cried. "I'm so sorry."
"Andie!"
"Andie!"
I opened my eyes. It was just a dream. Another dream. Tears were threatening to spill. It was him. It was Adrian again.
"Andie? Baby, are you okay?" I looked at Harry who was staring at me. I tried my best to hold back the tears. I simply nodded as I wiped the sweat on my forehead.
"Who's Adrian?" I froze. My eyes widened.
"I-um.. I..." I try to find words to say to him but there's nothing.
"You kept saying sorry and you mentioned his name." I gulped. Should I tell Harry? Should I lie about Adrian? If I'll tell him, will he still like me? My surroundings started to spin. Thousands of questions are swarming in my mind.
"It's okay if you won't tell me. Just go back to sleep." Harry smiled. I nodded and pulled the duvet to my body. I laid down and turned my back to Harry. I can't seem to face him right now. Harry shifted from his bed. I thought he was gonna leave but I sighed with relief when his arms pulled me closer to his chest. He was humming an unfamiliar tune.
"Go to sleep love." He kissed my cheek and continued humming. I closed my eyes, hoping to have a good sleep.
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I rolled to the other side of the bed, only to be greeted by a cold empty space.
Bet he's pissed.
My subconscious says he is not but I can't seem to push that thought away. Yesterday as quite eventful. From being "kidnapped" to Harry finding out about Adrian. Well not exactly him knowing who Adrian was but still. I was glad he didn't pushed the subject last night. Adrian was a secret. My big secret. Only few people knew about him. As much as I want him to remain that way, I know sooner or later Harry will eventually find out. It's either someone will tell him or I'll tell him myself. The latter was the better option.
It's still eight in the morning and I'm battling with my inner self again.
Just tell him.
Don't tell him.
Tell him.
Don't!
I grabbed the pillow and screamed in frustration. Thank God that the sounds were muffled on the fluffy material or else people will think someone was bloody murdered in this hour. After tossing and turning, I got out of bed. I slowly walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, hoping Harry would be there. Instead of seeing a smiling Harry, I saw a note on the counter.
Be back later.
I crumpled the little note and tossed it in the trash can. Since Harry isn't here to make me breakfast, I'll be making my own then. I rummage every cabinet that was in here and I finally settled myself with a cup of tea. Sitting on the sofa, my thoughts went to Harry. Where could he be right now? Should I text him or call him and ask what time he'll be back? I cringed at myself. I sound like a clingy girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
Was I even ready to "embraced" that thought of being his girlfriend? I wasn't even sure if Harry sees me as a girlfriend material. He may have said last night that he wants me in his life. But do I want him in my life? He's a normal guy. Well, not really normal since he's in a boyband. But that is far way much better than being a daughter of a mafia leader. My world is too complicated. Too complicated for him to be involved.
But he likes you.
Oh just shut up dearest subconscious! Harry doesn't even know about my family. He probably just said that without thinking. My heart clenched. What if he really didn' t mean those? Man, I'm going crazy. First, I was thinking that we couldn' t be together. Now, I'm sulking that maybe he don't like me.
The jingles of the keys pulled me out of my crazy mind. He's home. I began to act "normal." I don't want him to know that I was waiting for him. So I grabbed a magazine and began flipping the pages. I heard the door close and footsteps.
"Hey!" He greeted.
"Hey!" I replied, still looking at the magazine as he kissed the top of my head. Looks like he isn't pissed or something.
"I've got breakfast." I immediately stood up. Hungry is an understatement at this moment.
"What did you buy?" I settled on the stool.
"Ham and cheese croissant and blueberry muffin. I didn't know what you want tho." He smiled. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
"I'll take the croissant." He passed me the food and we ate in silence. I can feel the tension in the air. I've got to decide now.
I stopped eating and placed the croissant down. This is it.
"Harry I need to tell you something. It-it's about Adrian."
End of chapter.
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Dundunduuuun! Andie's gonna tell him who Adrian is? What will be Harry's reaction? Will he still stay with Andie? And who the hell is Adrian in her life?

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