Lost for You

Chapter 14

The womens glossy pink lips give Harry a small smirk "How have you been Harry?"

"Fine" he says, all playfulness we shared moments ago erased from his voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Are you not happy to see me?" she says flicking her light brown hair over her shoulders and pushing her revealing bust slightly out more.

Harry doesn't answer. I watch him as he stares at her, anger clear in his eyes. Who is this women and why is he so bitter with her?

She lets out a small sigh, her fake long eyelashes fluttering a little, "Well, if you must know I'm in town visiting my niece, Olivia. You know her".

She smiles now and I see Harrys body stiffen.

"Olivias your niece?" he spits out and it makes her grin now.

"I would consider her more as one of my daughters. She's been keeping me very informed on what has been going on" she says looking at me now and I quiver under her stare.

She must be in her mid 40's but looks stunning for her age. Her hair is in long waves with not a hair out of place, silver jewellery covers her ears, neck and wrists, and her eyes that are surrounded with dark make up are an odd colour. Almost a yellow-green of some sort.

"You must be Jamie, I'm Victoria" she says reaching her diamond ring covered hand out and I take it politely, "I've heard so much about you".

I return a smile even though hers is clearly fake. Heard so much about me from who?

"Are the two of you going to join us for dinner or are you going to continue your little-"

"We're leaving" Harry interrupts, grabbing my hand again, pulling me away.

"It was lovely to finally meet you Jamie" she calls to me from behind, "I'll see you soon Harry".

Harry begins to walk faster at the mention of his name.

"Harry slow down, what are you doing?" I ask trying to keep up to speed as he almost drags me along.

"I'm taking you home" he says ignoring the doorman who quickly opens the huge doors as he sees Harry charging for the exit.

"Wait! I want to say goodbye to Lauren and Zayn" I try to protest but he doesn't stop.

"Get in the car" he almost growls, holding his car door open for me.

"No". I fold my arms in protest not obeying his commands.

His face softens a little and he takes a small step closer to me.

"Please get in the car Jamie" he tries again, his eyes pleading.

I let out a sigh and does as he says. He looks so worried. What is it about this women that has Harry on edge all of a sudden?

Harry gets in the car and turns the engine on as soon as he slams his door shut.

"Harry what's going on?" I ask but he's not listening to me. His eyes are watching the road but I can see his thoughts are elsewhere.

"Harry?" I try again, shaking his arm this time to grab his attention.

He turns to me momentarily, his face full of concern. I grab his hand that sits straining on his leg and it relaxes a little when I weave my fingers with his.

"What's wrong?" I ask stroking the back of his hand.

"Nothing" he says but I know he's lying. He's clearly irritated by this Victoria women showing up but I don't understand why.

"Who was that lady?" I ask quietly, almost afraid to even talk about her. The memory of her staring at me so maliciously sends shivers up my spine.

"No one!" he says raising his voice, pulling his hand away from mine.

I don't push him any further as I can see his getting angrier by the second. His hand gripping the steering wheel tighter as he continues to drive to my house.

I let out a small sigh and turn my body slightly away from him as he goes back to his own thoughts, a frown creasing in on his face.

I watch the house lights go by in a flash as Harry speeds down the road, going much faster than the speed limit. My mind slowly drifting into my own thoughts. The change in Harrys affection toward me disappeared as soon as he saw Victoria standing in front of us which makes my stomach ache at the thought of him not wanting me. Why has she got this boy so worked up? One minute he's being lovely towards me then the next he's dragging me to car. What happened between the two of them that I've missed?

Harry begins to slow down my street, stopping when we reach the front of my house but he doesn't say a word.

"Are you going to come in?" I ask quietly not sure of his moods that he switches through so frequently.

He gets out of the car and I watch as he walks around to mine, and opens the door.

I get out of the car and I think he's about to get back in and drive off but he shuts my door and locks the car instead.

I walk up to my door and unlock it while he stands silently behind me. I step in and turn the house lights on while I make my way up to my room to put something more comfortable on, Harry following close behind. He sits on the edge of my bed that is still messy from earlier and just stares into the ground mindlessly as I look through my draws for some pyjamas. I unclip my dress, letting it fall to my feet, put on my grey pyjama pants and white singlet.

I go over to Harry and gently caress his face. He finally turns away from the ground and looks up at me.

"Are you hungry?" I ask and he shakes his head in reply.

"Are you sure? I can go make us something"

"OK" he mumbles, obviously still thinking about something else.

I bring my face down to his and lightly kiss his lips, "I'll be right back" I say before walking down to the kitchen.

What has got my Harry so upset that he has fully withdrawn into his own mind? Something is definitely burning him inside and I don't know what to do because he doesn't want to tell me what it is. We use to tell each other everything when we were younger, especially Harry. I would find him in our secret hiding spot, crying usually from the abuse he witnessed his mother receiving from his step father and I would look after him and him me when I needed it. But now I feel like Harry is full of secrets. He has them all bottled up inside him and he doesn't want to let them him out, I can see it in his face he's holding back.

I go to the fridge to see what there is to eat. There's left over creamy bacon and pasta from last night's dinner so I pour it in to two bowels and put them in the microwave. Just as the beeping from the microwaves sounds to tell me it's ready, I hear Harry shouting upstairs.

I quickly run up to my room, to see Harry pacing back and forth on my deck while screaming into his phone.

"You should have told me she was you're fucking Aunty!" he shouts while grabbing a fist full of his own hair.

Olivia's squeaky little voice answers him shortly before he continues his abuse.

"Don't play dumb with me Olivia! You should have seen the way she was looking at Jamie! Do you know what she'll fucking do now!" he yells again, anger clear in his voice.

I walk to the edge of my doors that lead out on to the deck that is dimly lit from the lights inside. Harry turns to me as I turn the outside light on.

"I have to go" he says dully into the phone and hangs up on her.

"Harry please tell me what's going on" I say moving closer to him now but he brushes past me and walks back into my room.

"Harry, how am I supposed to help you if you don't tell me?" I say and he stops at my bedroom door.

"You don't need to help me Jamie!" he starts yelling once he turns back to me.

"Well obviously you're upset about something so yes I do!" I yell back at him.

"I'm not upset, I'm fucking pissed off! And it's none of your fucking business!" he frowns at me as if my wanting to help him is pathetic.

"Then why were you talking about me on the phone?" I confront him.

"Can you just leave it alone just this once! You were always so god damn nosey!"

"If you call looking after someone while they cry in your arms almost every day then I guess I am nosey!"

"Yeah cause you've looked after me all this time quite well haven't you Jamie!" he yells, obviously referring to the fact that we were missing from each other's lives for so long.

"I told you I had no say in the matter!" I yell back at him. I know he's only bringing this back up cause he's angry but I'm not going to let him stand there and yell at me for leaving again when he knows it's not my fault.

Just as he's about to start yelling again his phone beeps. He quickly reads it and almost immediately I see a vein in his now straining forehead appear. Whatever he just read, he's pissed off about it now.

"Fuck!" he yells throwing his phone to the ground. He walks past me, his breathing heavy as his fits ball up into white stone.

"This is all fucked up!" he shouts and lurches his right fist forward in to my mirror that cracks immediately into a huge web.

I take a few steps back, covering my mouth as I try to hold in my whimpers that fall from my mouth while tears begin to stream down my face.

He turns to face me and his anger disappears almost instantly. His now bloody knuckles fall to his sides and his shoulders slump forward.

"Jamie-" he says softly as he takes a step forward to me I take a step further back shaking my head at him.

Why did he explode like that? The Harry I knew would never harm a fly let alone punch a mirror in anger. I know he would never hurt me but I'm so shocked at all the anger he now carries around with him.

"Jamie, I'm sorry" he sighs walking towards me, reaching his hands out and I don't move this time.

"I didn't mean to, I just..." he tries to say but fails to find words. He brings my hands away from my mouth and wipes the tears that stain my cheeks.

"Jamie, I would never hurt you. You know that right?" he asks with worried eyes as if I might not believe him. Of course I know he wouldn't. He may be dark but I know he would never go that low, especially after watching his mother get beat all those years.

I nod in reply and he hesitantly pulls me in to his arms, unsure if I'll let him. I wrap my arms around his back and hugs me tighter knowing I'm fine with it.

"I'm sorry Jamie" he says again and kisses the top of my hair as I lean against his chest, "I didn't mean to say those things. I'm such a fuck up".

"No you're not" I disagree with him, looking in to his confused bright green eyes, "I think you have a lot of anger in you but you're not a fuck up. Not to me".

"Why have you always been so good to me?"

"You're my best friend. I'll always be good to you" I say burying my face back into his chest.

"Jamie, I wish I could tell you so many things but I can't"

I want to ask him why not? But I don't want to start another argument with him after he seems to have calmed down.

"Don't worry, you can tell me when you're ready" I say reaching up to give him a small kiss with my lips that are wet from my tears.

He gives me a small smile but it doesn't reach his eyes that are filled with concern...