Message in a Bottle

Wait And See (16)

Chapter 16

*Ciara's POV*

A few days later, Louis, Harry and I are all sitting at the kitchen table eating our breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and toast. Or as Louis called it, "breakfast of a champion."

"I still can't get over you have a kid." Louis blurts out to Harry. Harry only nods as he takes another bite of his scrambled eggs that are abused in ketchup and hot sauce.

"I've known it for a week now but I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Mason is my child. And also, I can't believe I've had sex with Ciara and I don't remember." Harry gives me a wink, which is only expected because of how flirtatious he is.

"Do you have something in your eye?" I ask, with a joking tone.

"No." Harry smiles as he takes a sip of milk.

"Ciara, do you remember that night?" Louis hesitates before asking.

My mind flushes with memories, ones that have been haunting me for over two years. The one and only night I cheated on Mike, the night that completely changed my entire life. It was a fresh wound that was still touchy to talk about, even if the man I did all that stuff with was sitting directly in front of me.

I recall rain pouring down on us as we sprinted to his house, which was only a short block away from the bar. Harry and I were both covered in raindrops when we stumbled into his home, our lips locked together. The house seemed as if it was spinning at the time, his touch made me shiver with excitement. Of course I didn't realize who he was, nobody did. Just a regular drunk boy at the bar taking somebody home, not the famous Harry Styles that he is now.

I can still hear his raspy voice whisper promises that would be fulfilled in his bedroom later on that night. Then also the sweet, breathtaking compliments he softly mumbled into our kiss spins around my skull. As crazy as it seems, I don't think I regret it at all.

"I only remember a small bit," I lie. That night was imprinted in my brain forever, I didn't want either of them to know that though. They would most likely think I'm insane for still remembering the events that were taken place, wouldn't they?

"All I know is I had a fake I.D," Harry said, his eyes on his hands.

A phone ringtone fills the room, Harry jumps up and digs into his pocket. He pulls out his iPhone, "I'll be back in a second," he smiles at us and then wanders off into the living room. Mason's busy devouring his food, it's the most he's eaten in a while.

"So, how do you feel?" Louis questions, starting up a conversation.

"Better!" I grin, feeling a lot more comfortable alone with Louis than I used to.

"Good. It still disgusts me how someone could do that to you, or anybody," he sighs with a gentle tone.

I nod, noticing Harry with a frustrated appearance in the living room behind Louis' figure. He's fuming, pacing back and forth on the tile flooring, his fists clenched at his sides. What could make him act this furious?

"Harry seems mad," I quietly whisper, not wanting him to over hear us talking about him.

Louis pretends to crack his back so he could get a better look at Harry without being too noticeable. Once he catches a quick glance he brings his full attention back to me. "Yeah, I want to know who he's on the phone with." Good, so I wasn't the only one.

"Does he get mad a lot?" I wonder, rambling my brain for all the instances Harry became frantic at me or somebody else while I within his presence. There was the dinner, where he stormed off after he thought I was lying, and that was it. Every time I see Harry he's smiling and laughing, he's always happy. But this is a dark side of him I haven't got much of a chance to see.