Together [Sequel to Love Actually]

Chapter 26

Harry looked down at me with a nervous glint in his eye. I brought my hands up to my face, and wiped my tears away slowly.

"Can we talk when we get back to the hotel? I don't want to do this here." I whispered.

Harry's face fell, and he nodded slowly, trying to hold his composure. I turned and walked off the stage, where Perrie stood in awe.

"How could you not jump into his arms and forgive you?" She asked.

"I need to talk to him, we need to talk, we always make up by having sex, or hugging, or something physical. I want to change, and I want our relationship to grow, so we need to actually communicate, without anything physical." I said.

"I'm proud of you." Perrie said with a soft smile.

"Thanks." I replied, and gave her a quick hug.

I was proud of myself too. I had never held my ground, in any relationship I had, and I did with Harry. He didn't leave me, so I knew that he was in it for the long run, and I, in a matter of a few days, changed the way I looked at this kind of situation.

I was being immature before. When Harry and I fought, a place in my heart told me he was going to leave me. I now, had seen with my eyes, it wasn't that easy for him to leave, and he would try his best to make me happy, and make things better.

The boys said goodbye to the fans, and we walked out of the venue. Harry walked out with Niall, and they were talking and laughing like nothing had just happened.

Seeing this, I started to second-guess whether or not Harry was being sincere, or if he just needed a sex buddy again.

My heart sunk, and I joined Perrie.

"You look sad." She stated.

"Look at Harry." I whispered.

Perrie looked over, and saw him and Niall messing around, and goofing off, like Harry didn't have a care in the world.

"It's like he doesn't even notice me." I whispered.

"I don't know what's wrong with him Scarlet, maybe you should just wait it out, stay mad at him or at least stay where you are right now." Perrie said.

"Should I still go talk to him tonight?" I asked.

"If I were you, I wouldn't." Perrie said.

I nodded, and made up my mind. I wasn't going to go see Harry tonight. I was going to go back to the hotel, and go to sleep. That's what I needed. I needed time to think everything over, and see if this much drama in my life was what I really wanted, and if this was what made me happy, because if it wasn't, I was heading home.

We got back to the hotel, and I headed straight to my room. I didn't even look to see where Harry went, because at this point I didn't care at all. I flopped into my bed, and closed my eyes. I didn't bother to change, I just needed to drift to sleep before I cried, and basked in my own self-pity.

I woke up to the sound of banging, and screaming on the other side of my door. I opened it, only to be puked on by a drunken Harry. That was followed by Liam and Louis in total panic mode, and no sight of Zayn and Niall.

"Oh. My. God!" I screamed, as I ran for a towel.

Liam ushered Harry into my room, and Perrie woke up groggily.

"What's going on?" She asked me, running into the bathroom.

"Harry puked on me, he's so drunk." I said quickly.

I changed my clothes, and ran over to Harry who was gagging, and puking on the couch.

"Why bring him in here to puke? He has a room of his own." I stated.