Denial

ch. 59

Your touch, your skin
Where do I begin?
No words can explain
The way I'm missing you

Deny this emptiness
This hole that I'm inside
These tears
They tell their own story

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"Hi" I whisper, out of breath. As if his presence has knocked any sort of consciousness out of me.

A small smile is plastered across his face as his dimples seize and take place, lighting up his pale complexion. He was dressed in casual clothing, black skinny jeans with a black Rolling Stones t-shirt that was rolled at the sleeves. His tattoos on full display whilst I noticed the light bandaging from the material that held his blood from oozing from within his light t-shirt. I grimaced at the memory of watching Harry, legitimately take a bullet for me, he had unknowingly moved me out of the way of an incoming bullet and he doesn't even remember.

"I never caught your name, you left sort of abruptly a couple weeks ago" He says, moving closer towards me as I instinctively take some back. His comment catches me off guard, he doesn't even remember my name.

He doesn't remember you Scarlett.

"Scarlett, Scarlett Santos" I murmur, walking over slightly to sit in a chair. The encounter throwing me off, his presence and lack of knowledge towards his effect on me making me a bit oozy.

"Beautiful name. But, I think I'll stick to Angel In White" He comments, the same witty personality showing off.
"Is that alright with you love?"

I lightly glance up at him, his steps creeping up in front of me. I catch my mouth open a couple of times, trying to find the right words to say

"You know, you used to call me Princess all the time. And I can't tell you how irritated you made me, I swear I had to hold back" I giggle, looking back down at the floor in fear that he'd see the tears pricking at my eyes.
"Angel in white, it's just another name to the list" I murmur. I watch as a single tear makes its way to puddle at the blue tile floor.

At the sight, I remove any access water of sadness from my face. Glancing back up towards Harry, his lack of commentary snapping me out of whatever world he had taken me to. His frown, it was a sight I think I'd never forget.

It wasn't confusion, it was sorrow. Sadness almost, and it was unfamiliar to me. The light damper to his mood change filled me with regret, I couldn't be this way in front of him. Not if all I wanted was to see the real Harry I feel in love with.

"I love it" I finally say, breaking his intense gaze on me and referring back to the name.

"I'd hope so" He rasps out, he then sits on the freshly made bed that stood only centimeters away from the pull out couch that I made comfort on.

"The name, how'd it come about?" I ask, resting my chin upon the back of my hand after I cross my right leg atop the other.

"That's, that's how I felt you" He says suddenly, his statement confusing me more than I'd ever imagine.

"How you felt me?" I whisper, nudging closer towards him.

"You might think that I don't remember you. You might even think that I will never remember you, and I'm not saying I ever will" He says, his gaze falling into a slight haze staring into my own as they glance and jump between them.
"But, you. It's you, something about you makes me believe. Something about you makes me feel as if I can beat whatever it is that provided me with the lack of my memories. You feel like home to me Angel, a home I might not remember, but a home I never want to leave" His last sentence seemed to come out in a slight whisper, or mutter if you will. But I swear, in that exact moment. In that exact state of mind, I felt him.

I felt the same Harry I'm in love with, the same Harry that only seized to amaze me with just his existence. I'm willing to fight for him, I'm willing to risk my future if it means the possibility of him in it again.

"Thank you" I murmur, totally unaware of my own thoughts.

"For what exactly love?" He asks, reaching over to grab ahold of my wrists. He had caught my intense habit of fiddling my fingers uncontrollably.

"Everything, for staying" I say, removing my wrists from his and replacing them with the grasps of my hands instead.

His face drops, his hands suddenly frisk away from my touch and my rested expression turns into a cold one. He abruptly stands up, his rings clasping together making a slight metallic noise that I seem to detect because of the familiarity. The pacing back and forth seemed to brink me to the edge with sudden anxiety, what had I said? What had I done?

"Harry, what's wro-"

"Babe I'm back" The door slams as Kendall's figure suddenly appears with shock radiating completely.

"Scarlett? What are you doing here?" She asks, the slight discomfort reflected in her tone.

"I had asked for her, she's here because of me" Harry finally speaks up, still not looking my way. Instead, I catch his glance slightly eyeing at Kendall's baby bump that's become more and more evident.

She hasn't told him that the baby is his.

"Can I speak with you? In private" Kendall asks, resting a hand atop of her tummy as I nod.

Kendall starts to make her way to door, I on the other hand am glued to the floor. Harry's gaze prominent as I felt slight insecurity creep in. I look over to him, a curtsy was followed and the scurrying of my feet was slightly embarrassing.

I let out a large breath, the same breath I held in when I arrived.

"How've you been?"

There's no sarcasm in those words, no petty or taunt was laced within its meaning and I was caught completely in confusion once more.

"I've had better days. You? I mean, with your pregnancy and all" I ask genuinely, glancing to her now surprisingly prominent tummy.

"I need to speak to you about that actually" She comments, moving away a stray short strand of hair attacking her eyelashes.

"Is the baby okay?" Worry was thrown upon me, not because I suddenly gained remorse for her but because I would never wish harm upon this child.

"Shes fine" Kendall murmurs, tears pricking at her eyes as a slight one succeeds to escape and cascade past her freckled cheeks.

"It's a she? That's amazing congra-"

"It's not Harry's baby"

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Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn. I'm sure some of you were expecting that, but the story behind it all will literally have you in a coma like Harry so beware for the next chapter 😅

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