Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 37: Distortion

Chapter 37:

I hope you all had a Whitney & Harry New Years! Can't believe I started this story a year ago.

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Recap of 36:

"No," he shakes his head, "I need you to promise me. Promise me you'll be honest with me and hear me out."

"Okay," I nod taking an inward breath. "I promise."

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Harry POV:

Song: More Than Life: Whitley & Oblivion: Bastille [thanks to CurlsDimplesBowties for telling me about this band, they have some pretty great songs :) ]

I'm suck a fucking hypocrite.

Here I am having her pour her heart out to me, asking her to promise for her honesty, when I can't even give that to her in return.

My mind is still trying to comprehend everything that has happened in a matter of minutes, down to the way it felt when she said she loved me. Like nothing I've ever felt before that for hell is sure.

"Okay so if you don't want to go with me. If it's not what's best for you getting better-" I pause allowing her the opportunity to interject. To keep me from proposing something she would never be for.

She doesn't though, instead mumbling a simple, "mhm."

"Then what if instead you got help while I am gone." I suggest with caution.

"W-What kind of help?" Whitney timidly asks.

"I don't know..." I allow my voice to linger for a moment before meeting my eyes up to hers, "you could talk to a psychologist o-or try going to a place where they could help you... properly." I suggest observing the way her expression fades at my words.

"You want me to go to rehab." Whitney states in monotone, her piercing deep sapphire hues staring straight through mine.

"I didn't say that I just-"

Whitney cuts me off before I can finish using air quotes, "isn't that what you meant by a 'place' where 'they' can help?"

"Well not exactly but-"

"But what?" Whitney snaps.

"But maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea," I slowly admit scanning her face to gage her response. She seems more than displeased.

"Why don't you just go and get it over with. I don't need your help and I surely don't need a FUCKING SHRINK." Whitney yells in a way I have never heard her scream before. Underneath lies a cry for help and I see right through to it along with her water brimmed eyes.

"Come here," I hold open my arms waiting for her to accept my embrace.

She folds her arms in front of her chest in defiance, strands of hair falling to frame her face as she shakes her head no.

I speak again but this time with less suggestion and more of a demand, "I said come here babe."

Whitney takes her bottom lip between her teeth as she eyes me for a moment before taking hesitant steps forward. Once she's close enough I secure my hands around her waist.

"Please don't push me away. I only want what's best for you." I mumble softly looking down into her blue glimmering iris'.

"I know," she whispers in defeat gliding her palms to the base of my neck, her fingertips twirling the ends of my hair at the nape of my neck.

"You're strong enough to fight this."

Whitney stays silent while we keep eye contact.

"You know that right?" I ask before pressing my lips to her smooth rosy cheek.