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sixty six

Many moments later, Sophia and Harry seemed to have come to an agreement and hugged before Sophia made her last rounds of goodbyes. Her dark eyes were contagiously teary as she hugged us all one last time, although I was unsure if they were happy or sad tears, before wheeling over to security.

Surprisingly, Liam never came to say goodbye.

"Bloody hell." Louis turned his back towards us as he tried to hide the fact that he was crying.

"Ughhhhhhh." Niall groaned loudly, throwing his head back and raking his hands through his blonde, gelled, hair in attempt to stay calm.

Harry had gone off somewhere as soon as Sophia left for security. I hadn't payed attention to where he had gone, but I couldn't care less.

"Those boys are wimps." Lou laughed through her own sobs.

I gave her a small smile, my own eyes glossy with confused tears. "I'm going to go home."

"Are you sure?" I could tell that Lou didn't want anything more than to stop talking to me and successfully cry, but she wanted to stay polite.

"Yeah." I waved it off. "I'll meet up with you guys later."

Lou nodded, her lips folding into a deep frown as she continued to sob, her face falling into her hands. I looked away, afraid that I would cry myself, and began to make my way out to the airport parking lot.

The paparazzi had quickly left LAX once they realized that Sophia wasn't going to come back out. I blinked roughly to eliminate my rendering tears and began to pad over to my car, the heel of my sandals flopping hard against the gravel.

"Hey."

I stopped in my tracks to find Harry shyly leaning against my car, his face and voice equally  sheepish and his hands tucked behind his back.

"Harry?" I slowly walked over to him, keeping my fair distance. "Why are you..?"

"Your car was easy to spot. Being orange and all." Once he noted I wasn't chucking, he went back to frowning. "I just want to talk."

"It's been a long day, Harry." I shook my head.

"I just had to say goodbye to one of my best friends in the whole world, Addison." He looked away, his bottom lip caught in his downturned lips and his eyes closed shut before flickering open. "And I'm pretty sure she still kind of hates me for embarrassing her, and who knows when the hell I'm going to ever see her again. Plus, my hangover is making me sick to my stomach and I've been feeling guilty all day because of how things between us ended this morning. I can't stop thinking about those things I said..." His tone started off strong and toned but easily began to trail off.

"It's not my problem." I made a move to open my car door but his towering figure stepped in front of me, causing me to halt to a stop.

"Let's just talk." He pleaded, his eyes desperate. "I-"

"Harry, you did this." My voice hardened. You're the reason why Sophia might not come back to LA, you're the reason why Liam didn't even feel comfortable enough to say goodbye to somebody he's loved all his life."

"I'm not the one who cheated on his girlfriend!"

"Don't raise your voice at me." I growled, pointing a stern finger at him as his lips pressed into a cold, straight line. "You don't get to yell at me."

He licked his lips and tapped his foot against the pavement, becoming impatient. "It was Liam who did all that horrible shit to Sophia. Not me."