HARRY'S P.O.V
She hasn't spoken to me for over 2 hours. God she's good at this game. To be honest I don't really want to play. But not a chance am I apologizing. She's wrong. You should have seen the way Liam was looking at her. I don't care if I sound unreasonable, I'm her boyfriend not him!
I probably shouldn't have lashed out at her like I did. I could tell she was a bit scared or suprised by the way she flinched back. I didn't mean to scare her. She was just being so annoying. She is so naive. She doesn't understand what goes through boys heads.
This no talking game is killing me. I thought she wouldn't be able to last. She's always so talkative. I for sure thought there was no she wouldn't be able to talk to me. But she is definetly proving me wrong. God, she can be stubborn when she wants to be.
We just finished a 2 hour lunch with our parents and I think they were a bit confused on why we weren't talking. It was pretty awkward. The whole lunch was pretty silent. Marian looked a bit concerned and dad was just confused.
"We'll we will talk soon. Maybe we can all go down to the beach in an hour or so." Marian spoke while saying goodbye.
"Sounds great mum." Mia answered.
"Alright, bye." Dad pushed in before taking Marian's hand and leading her away.
Mia started to walk towards the elevator and I follow slowly behind. No way was I going to be chasing a girl. I guess we were going back up to our room before we went to the beach. I jumped into the elevator with Mia and lent against the back of it with my arms crossed over my chest. I turned my head over to Mia who is starting off into space.
What could possibly be going through her mind
MIA'S P.O.V
2 hours. We haven't talked in 2 hours. 'Game on' was the last thing I said to Harry. This game sucks, I really want to talk to him and just apologize or do something to get him to talk to me. I hate not talking to people, especially Harry. I have so much to say, but I'm usually really good at this game when someone pisses me off. I will not give in. Harry was wrong, not me.
We made our way out of the elevator and I can feel Harry's eyes on me. I quietly beg to myself for him just to say something. He shouldn't have lashed out on me like that and he shouldn't have been a child and not talk to me. I swipe the key card through the door and the little light turns green so I can open the door. I walk in quickly avoiding eye contact with Harry. I make my way over to the couch and sit up straight with my legs crossed over. Swifty, I reach for the remote and turn the TV on, putting it on ridiculousness.
I look around for Harry, where is he? He must have gone to the bathroom. I sigh deeply before resting my head back behind me and closing my eyes. I'm exhausted and it's only just after lunch.
I hear Harry come and sit down next to me but I keep my eyes closed. I think he thinks I'm asleep because he places a blanket over my body. A blanket? It's boiling hot outside, but it's pretty chilly in here with the air conditioner blowing straight on me.
"Just talk to me baby." He whispers before placing a kiss on my cheek.
Awwww! I knew he wanted to talk to me. I thought it was getting to him as much as it was getting to me. He's my boyfriend, it's so difficult not to talk to him or kiss him when he has been right next to me.
"I don't have anything to say." I mumble back pulling my head up to look at Harry. He looks suprised. I got him with the fake sleeping thing.
"You're awake? I thought you were asleep." Harry states.
