The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Georgie

      I stop at their table, hovering above them. My eyes narrow and I cross my arms. I forget that I just left Harry sitting by himself. I was just to in shock to see Luke and Lottie together. Me and Luke had been over this.

      " Hello, " I say hastily. They both look up at me, guilt flashes in Lukes eyes.

      " Georgie please don't be upset, " Lottie tells me, standing up. She places her hand on my shoulder, I push it away. " Please your overeactting it's not a big deal, " Lottie pleads.

      " Do you know how upset Louis would be if he found what you were doing? Hell your parents would he pretty pissed too, " I almost yell, throwing my hands up. I try to collect myself. I know I'm overreacting, but Louis would be so angry if he found out. He's very protective over Lottie.

" Okay...you know what, " I start. " it's fine, it's fine. We just won't tell him. " I say reasonably. I put my hands by my sides, breathing in. Lottie looks at me, brows furrowed.

" Georgie are you okay? " Luke ask. I look at him. All I can do is nod my head, before walking away. It's all gonna be fine. I just feel like I have to keep everything under control and it's completely stressing me out. I just need to relax.

I walk back up to Harry. I gently tap him on the shoulder. He doesn't jump, he just calmly turns his body in my direction. " Harry this has been nice but I need to get home...do you need a ride? " I explain, my hands clasp together.

" Thats fine, " he warmly smiles. " thanks for the offer but I'll be fine. "

" Okay well see you later, Harry, " I almost mumble. I gather my things and sling my purse over my shoulder.

" See you later, " he responds.

I open up the glass door, the humid air hits me. Before I can even make it to my car a million thoughts invade my brain.

See you later? Why would I even say that?

Are you crazy? I ask myself.

I slump in the front seat. My hands firmly hold the steering wheel. I'm in a trance, all I can do is stare out the window. What the hell just happened?

After years I've had the luck of seeing him multiple times in a week.

Luck? No!

Gosh, he still smells the same.

My eyes widen and I shoot up, turning the key in the ignition. I need to get out of here. I need sleep. I need to see Louis.

Before I can even comprehend it tears start blurring my vision and I have no clue why. The sun is setting and the city turns its self on lamp pole after lamp pole, almost in some fluid action. The sky's a milky pink with twirls of of blue and purple.

I cry silently the rest of the way home, feeling lost and confused.

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Laying on my back I count the stains on the ceiling. My body's engulfed in a navy blue blanket, still wearing the clothes I left in. I came home expecting Louis but he wasn't here. Of course he wasn't. He never seems to be there when I need him.

Maybe I'm sinking into a deep and dark depression.

And it's all because of Louis.

I sit up quickly, grabbing my phone before my thoughts can take over me again. I dial Louis' number. No answer.

      I let out a defeated sigh, angrily throwing the blanket off my body. I stare off into the dark until my eyes finally decide to close.

      I feel a tap on my shoulder. A groan slips my lips and I turn my body over. I'm met with Louis face. My eyes glance over at the clock. 2 a.m.

Where has he been?

     He smiles at me, caressing my face. I almost flinch away. He turns on the small lamp beside his bed and it makes his baby blue eyes glisten and I can't help but stare a him in awe. I don't even have the energy to be angry at him.

     " I love you, " he whispers. He pulls the covers over his legs. A small smile tugs at my lips.

      I run a hand through his hair. It's getting long. He needs a haircut. I let my finger brush the nape of his neck and he laugh softly, tilting his head to the side.

     I hold back a gasp when the light aluminates a small bruise on his neck. Is that what I think it is? Please. Oh gosh.

      I retract my hand, pulling the covers further over my body. Louis turns off the lamp, turning towards me. I don't look at him. I can fell a pain in my chest. I feel nauseous.

      I face my back towards him and his hand goes around my waist. He burries his face in my neck. In a matter of minutes he falls asleep, light snores falling from his parted lips.

      Tears stream down my face as I fall asleep in his arms.
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      The next morning is a blur. I was totally out of it. I avoided him. Left for work earlier. I was crushed. I couldn't think properly.

I aimlessly scroll through photos on my camera, eyebrows furrowed. None of them turned out how I wanted them to. I never get good shots when I'm angry. This is all his fault. Why did he have to do this? How long has this been going on?

I groan in frustration, spamming my hands on my desk. I lay my head down, trying to keep the tears back. I hear the glass door to my office open with an air like sound. Someone clears there throat.

I look up. Willow. I shoot up in my seat, sending her a forced smile. " Oh, hi, " I say. " is there something I can help you with? " I ask. I look in her hands, seeing a bouquet of sunflowers. I send her a confused look.

She rolls her eyes and sonters over to me, her heels sounding on the marble floor. " They were left on my desk by mistake. They're for you, " she says with haste.

" Oh, " I whisper.

" Get back to work, Georgie, " She glares. She leaves with purpose, I can see her shouting at a poor soul right when she leaves the room.

I look at the flowers, seeing a card. I pull out the card gently, as to not hurt the flowers. I open it, avoiding paper cuts.

In sloppy handwriting is written: it was so nice seeing you, Georgie. These are just some flowers to show my appreciation for basically saving my life yesterday -harry

His handwriting has improved. Kudos to him. I laugh to myself at the sweet letter, holding it to my chest.

The smalls things can brighten anyone's day.