The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Georgie

I sucked in a shaky breath, feeling my throat constrict. Panic rose like bile in my body. I suddenly didn't know how to speak. Or walk. I just stood blankly, staring at him. My palms are clammy, as I clasp them together. " Uhhh.." Is all I can manage to spit out.

I take a seat, crossing my shaking legs. All I could do was sit in silence. I had no idea what to say, what to do. Why do I always find myself in situations like this.

I find myself counting the tiles on the floor and listening to the ticking of a clock in the background. It occupies me for the time being, before Harry's voice cuts the silence like a knife.

" I'm sorry. " He says in an almost inaudible voice. My eyes fall on him and I can't help the blush that rises to my cheeks, when I see him.

Stop it, Georgie.

" For what? " I ask, trying to clear out the tension, but it only seems to make it worse.

" Disappointing you. " He responds. He frowns, head rolling to the side. He looks so weak, so vulnerable.

" You haven't disappointed me. " I lie.

He chuckles lightly. " Yes I have. " He retorts. " Stop lying. " He adds.

My eyebrows furrow. " I'm not. " I shoot back.

He shakes his head laughing even more. He attempts to sit up in his bed a smirk on his face.

I am disappointed in him. I am, but why would he want me to confess to that? Wouldn't he just want me to pretend to be happy to see him? It's hard to feel the same about somebody when they have changed so much. He rude, arrogant and conceded.

I didn't break up with him for him to become what he is now. The change didn't come quickly. He changed little by little over the years. Breaking up with him was the best decision at the time. When his career was just starting up he could never see me, we started fighting and drifting apart. It was killing me. I felt like I didn't matter anymore. I know he still loved me and I still loved him but I knew it couldn't ever be the same. So
I called the shots and ended it.

I suddenly feel a sure if anger, thinking back on it and how he has been acting recently.

I stand up. " You know what I am disappointed in you! " I almost shout. My whole body is shaking and my palms are sweating. I wanna scream at him. I wanna tell him so many things. I wanna tell him it was me that night at the parking lot, but I'm at a loss for words. All the emotions that have been building up for the past months are all hitting me like one giant wave.

" I-I.." My bottom lip quivers and I look at my shoes, vision blurring. " I expected so much more from you, Harry. " I cry. I could feel myself fall apart. Who knew I would be crying so much over something as stupid as this.

Harry leans up in the bed, head down. He has no expression on his face and it only makes me angrier and cry harder. I have no idea what I'm feeling, but my chest hurts and my stomach is doing flips.

I let out shaky breaths. My eyes sting and I struggle to stand. I end up sitting down, trying to collect my thoughts. I still have so many things I want to say, but can't.