My Tourmaline

Chapter Fifteen

Summer was due back this evening, and I still hadn't spoke to or seen Harry since Ed's. I didn't dare turn my phone on, but I knew I had to at some point. It'd only been just over a day since Ed's, but it would be interesting to see what texts I had received in the time. I held down the button, settled on the sofa with my blanket, awaiting for my phone to switch on.

22:49; Fine. H.

That was obviously in reply to my "leave me alone" text.

23:34; I know you have turned your phone off, but I'm warning you that I am speaking to your brother about us tomorrow morning. Don't even try to have a go at me when we talk about this, because I just warned you. I will see you soon...H

Today, 12:11; Hey sweetie. Hope you are enjoying sometime with Harry. We haven't spoke since I rang you a few days ago. I've been so worried, I hope you're okay. Listen... I won't be back till Sunday. A bit later than expected I know, but something has come up. I'm having such a good time away, and can't wait to see you. Love you.... Sums Xxxxx


I completely forgot about my best friend.. How selfish! I started typing a reply:

I'm so so sorry I haven't spoke to you! All fine here. Can't wait for a catch up! Yay... Only three days to wait! Love you more. Xxxx

Now.. Time to face Harry. I wanted to get it over with. I didn't want to do it where I was alone, just in case. I knew he couldn't avoid questions if we were in a public place too. I clicked on "Compose SMS" and added Harry to my recipient.

I'll be at Frankie's cafe in ten minutes. Meet me if you want to chat.

I clicked send and rested my phone on my tummy as I continued to watch the television. SHIT. I NEEDED TO GET READY.
I ran to my room, applying a small amount of makeup onto my face, and slipping on a pair of jeans, a wooly jumper and a pair of my brown suede boots. I swept my hair over one shoulder, sprayed myself with my perfume and picked up my phone, keys and purse as I left the flat.

I began walking down the road, admiring my surroundings and breathing in the fresh air. It was reasonably warm out, but the wind was blowing pretty harshly and was making my eyes water. I approached Frankie's cafe, pushing open the door and placing myself in the corner on a table for two people. The place was practically empty, and there were only two other people here, a what looked like businessman who was drinking a coffee and reading a newspaper, and a young mother who was feeding her baby in the pram the froth from the top of her hot drink. My heart began pulsating against my chest, as I distracted myself, picking up the menu and scamming over what they had to offer. Of course, I wasn't actually bothered what they had. I certainly was not in the mood to eat anything, I felt far too nervous. A chocolate milkshake did sound quite appetising though.

A young girl came from behind the desk. She had dyed blonde hair which was tied in a low side ponytail, false eye lashes on her eyes, and a heavy amount of foundation and blusher. Although she was pretty fake, there was no denying that she was pretty. Her slim build was showed off in a body con black dress, but luckily for us all her dignity was confined behind an apron.

"What can I get you?" She muttered in an annoyingly high, squeaky voice, a slapped fake smile across her cheeks.

"Chocolate milkshake, please." I replied, giving a half smile and placing the menu back down on the table.

She gave me a dirty look, staring at the vacant chair in front of me. Yes I was alone, you slut. No need to judge me. Her dogging glance made me infuriated, but I brushed it aside and began tapping my fingernails against the table. I was beginning to get very nervous. What the hell was I going to ask him? Where to start?!

"Here you go." Blondey smiled to me, placing my glass of milkshake in front of me.

"Thanks." I replied with a smile.

I picked up the cold glass as it touched my lips, the cold chocolate flavour milk infusing me with chill as I swallowed it down. I put the glass down, realising I had just drank it in one go. Ooooops. I enjoyed it nevertheless, and licked my lips in response, wiping away the moustache I had obviously left around my lips.

Clicking my phone, I realised the time. It had been twenty minutes since I entered the shop. Harry obviously was not going to show. My waste of a journey made me all the more infuriated, to the point where I actually wanted to cry. I stopped myself, as I felt Blondey's eyes on me. She was staring, looking down on me in pity, clearly.

"Can I help you?!" I snapped, frowning as adrenaline rushed through my body.

"S..Sorry." She stuttered. "I was just wondering if you were okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you." I realised I'd been a bit snappy, and I felt mean. "Sorry."

"Don't worry. We have all been there. A guy, is it?"

"Mmhhhm." I hummed, rolling my eyes. She stepped closer towards me, looking round to check no one was looking, and perched herself down in the chair opposite me.

"It's happened to me plenty of times! What's his name? You can always usually tell by the name what the person is like.. Well, sometimes. Mine have usually been like, Louis, James, Jack and Harry. Most common in my life!" She laughed.

"Believe it or not, mines a Harry." I laughed.

"Hopefully he wasn't as nasty as my one. He broke my heart. Led me on, I slept with him countless times and he stood me up. He wasn't one for complicated girls, he just wanted the sex. They're the worse ones, the users. But he was... He... He had a way with words." She stuttered. My heart dropped as I made the assumption that she was on about my Harry.

"Probably the same guy!" I joked, laughing.

"I wouldn't laugh."

Her face dropped, as her eyes fell to behind my shoulder. Blondey pushed herself up from the chair, and scuttled away behind the desk into the back room. A hot flush fell through my face, as my heart was in my mouth. I couldn't believe my ears, and to make matters worse, I realised Harry was stood behind me.

"Made a new friend, have we?" His low, husky voice echoed behind me. I sat, frozen, unable to respond. I sprung up from my chair, turning myself round as I stood face to face with Harry, who, annoyingly, looked as gorgeous as ever, his hair messy and in a sort of quiff.

"You make me sick."

My eyes thinned, as my eyes began to water. I pushed passed him, knocking him back as my shoulder hit his. I started to quicken my pace, in fear of him following me. I swung open the door, and began to run as fast as my legs could take me. I sprinted down the side road, the wind pushing itself against my face in protest to my direction. I turned the corner, as I looked to my left, seeing Harry's range rover. Shit. I was near where he had parked, for fucks sake. I began running faster, full pelt along the never ending road. I was nearly home, and was panting erratically as I approached the entrance to our block of flats. I entered in the code, ran up several flights of stairs, and made it to the front door. Out of breath, my chest rising and falling at a quick pace, I fumbled to get the correct key, attempting to insert it into the key hole, missing a few times, before it pushed itself in, fitting perfectly, turning it, and pushing the door open. I slammed the door, locked myself in, shut all the windows, the blinds and curtains, and my back slipped against the wall as I put my head in my hands.

I tried to regain my breath, breathing slowly through my nose and out through my mouth. I began to cry, whimpering with my head in my hands as tears fell down my cheeks. Blondey's words were echoing in my head over and over again.

I heard a loud, beating knock at the door which made me jump.

"Lil... Lil please let me in!!" Harry shouted, bashing violently against the door.

"Please, we need to speak just answer the bloody door!" He continued.

"GO AWAY!!!!" I shrieked through my tears. "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!" I bellowed, as I loudly sobbed, brushing the numerous amount of tears from my face.

"Don't cry Lil. Please, let me talk to you. We can sort this, I just need to speak to you."

"Go on then. Say what you have to say." I replied, staring at the door as if I was actually looking and talking to him. "Anything you want to say, you can say right now. You can't always rely on physicality, not with me. Verbal. SO TALK." I continued, desperately trying to hold back my sobs.

" The girl...The girl from the cafe.."

"You can't even remember her name!" I interrupted, disgusted.

"Sharlie.. Sharlie was a control freak! I had a restraining order against her, because she was stalking me. Anything she said to you was bullshit Lil, I promise you!"

"How am I supposed to believe you? I can't trust you?! You leave me the second I stand up to you. If anyone, you're the control freak!" I shouted back.

"I'm just very protective over you, because I care for you so much. I have control issues over you, just you. When you stand up to me.. It's like.. It's like I can't control how I control you. I hate it when people stand up to me, because I am always stronger than everyone, I know that. I don't trust myself around you, I can't control my anger or my protectiveness. But at the same time, its like you're the only person who can control me... I... I don't know."

"If I can, then what was the stunt you pulled after your mums the other day?" I questioned still raising my voice, confused.

"Things my mum was saying about other girls, in front of you, it made me angry. The only person I could take that out on was you. And seeing you being so good around Lott, it made me like you even more. I'm angry at myself for letting me like someone. I hate feelings...I....I hate being with people because it means other complicated things come with it."

"Then why the fuck are you bothering to fight for me, if you don't want a relationship?!"

"I do though Lil, that's the thing. I do. I'm just.... I'm just..."

"What?" I whispered, moving closer towards the door so my face was pressed up against it. I could hear Harry breathing heavily against the door.

"Scared that I'm no good for you. Scared that I can't control myself, so I can turn into someone who I know deep down I'm not."

I flicked the key to the right, shuffling myself out the way, as I pulled the door open from the floor. Harry was sat on the floor, his legs stretched out like me.

It looked like he almost had actual tears in his eyes?

"I've put up with this shit, and we've not even known each other very long. I don't know what I'm doing, but.....I'm willing to take a risk with you."

"I'm willing to take that risk too." He replied in his husky voice, as he looked up at me, our eyes locking. Harry shuffled forward, as he rose to his knees. I got onto my knees too, as Harry brought his hands to my face, brushing away the fallen tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. I smiled, lifting my hands to his against my face, as I closed my eyes, sighing a deep breath.

"You're mine now. Lil and Harry, against the world."

"Just the two of us... We can make it if we try, just the two of us... you and I." I cheerily started singing, as we both began laughing. I ruined the moment big time, but Harry found it amusing.

"Come on you....let's sort you out."

I assumed he was referring to my blotchy red face and the fallen tears which were planted all over my now wet cheeks. We both rose to our feet, Harry taking my hand in his as we wandered over to the living room.



SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY SHIT. It's all a bit dramatic but I promise you after this, everything is a bit more normal and Harry begins to reveal some deep dark secrets. I HAVE SUCH PLANS mwahahah. ;) THANK YOU FOR READING AND VOTING. Literally your comments and votes really really make me smile so thank you so much. Please continue to vote and comment, it's what gives me the motivation to keep writing. I'm reaaaaallly busy this weekend so I may not be able to update till next week, ill see what I can do. I LOVE YOU ALL. xxxxxx