Forgotten

Chapter 27

I woke up the next morning and got right to it, after getting dressed. Packing was difficult. I didn’t want to leave anyone behind, especially Gabby. Half the time I was crying whilst folding shirts and stuffing them angrily into my suitcase.
I heard a loud knock on my hotel room door, causing me to jump. I open it expecting it to be Liam or Niall, but to my surprise…it was neither. It was Harry.
            “You’re leaving?” he asked, voice filled with anger. I nodded and continued packing my things. I was always scared of him, but I knew he would never hurt me. I felt his large hand against my back. A shadow formed over my toiletries bag, engulfing it. His heavy breathing told me he was crying, but why? Why was he so sad that I was leaving? We weren’t together. I didn’t like him in any way, but I knew he liked me. I guess he was just sad he wouldn’t get the chance. I closed my eyes and felt a warm hand graze my wrist. He was lifting me up off the ground.
            “Look at me, Beatrice.” He said softly, thumb wiping the wetness off my red cheeks. I didn’t. Why was he touching me like that and why was I letting him? I quickly pushed his hand away and grabbed my phone, finding Liam’s contact.
 
B: HARRY IS HERE
 
I set it down and anxiously waited for a response, but then I heard a loud buzz on the table beside the bed. Damn it. Liam left his phone in the room before he left. Harry’s eyes glanced over to the phone and then back at me.
            “Please don’t go” He walked closer to me but I took a step back His eyes weren’t soft anymore after that. With one stride he pinned me up against the wall, a wrist in each hand. I yelped in pain as my head smacked against the hard surface.
            “HARRY GET OFF OF ME!” I yelled trying my hardest to break away, but his grip was strong. His features softened a little and his head dropped. I stopped moving and stared at him.
            “Please don’t go. I want you to stay. If I did something-” He barely said, his voice was almost a whisper. I sighed and forced him to look at me.
            “Look, Harry. I’m not leaving because of you. I’m leaving because I miss home and my friends at work. I miss the city.” I smiled, breaking free of his grasp. He looked up at me, eyes pooling with salty tears. Why was he crying? I had nothing with him, and we were barely friends anymore. I guess he really did like me more than I thought. I kindly wiped off a tear that had escaped, down his cheek, and turned around to continue packing. He grabbed my arm again, softer than before. I was caught off guard when he pulled me so close to him, bodies touching and lips inches from mine. All the sudden, He smashed his lips against mine. They were warm and fit perfectly with mine. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His lips were soft, not chapped like Liam’s. Liam. I pushed on his chest, breaking the connection our mouths had made. I stumbled backwards and fell over my suitcase. I was babbling like an idiot, repeating Liam’s name over and over again.
            “Beatrice I-“
            “Shut up and get out” I told him, pointing to the door. I didn’t expect him to nod and leave, but he did. I needed to go, the sooner the better.