Her Song (A Harlena fanfiction)

Chapter 16.

The next morning was surreal. I felt guilty. Hannah had sent me a few texts, saying that it was alright, and Michael had asked her to be his girlfriend, so all was well in their department.

"Good morning, darling," my mum greeted with a gentle smile. "How are you?". I groaned into my pillow. "Not too well, I figure.". She brought a tray to me, scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. She kissed my hair before leaving. I shoved it in my mouth, got up and took a shower. It gave me time to think. 

Harry needed to know the truth, but there was this selfish part of me, telling me not to tell him. I didn't know how Harry would react, if I told him I kissed Michael. And I loved Harry, and I wanted to be with him, but there was no way to tell how he would react. Maybe he'd forgive me, maybe he'd hate me. 

I got out of the steamy shower, drying myself with a towel, and I put on my blue bathrobe. I dried my hair, and after that I just stood and looked myself in the mirror. My cheeks looked puffy and the areas under my eyes were swollen from all the crying. I sat down on the toilet, grabbing my phone from the counter.

I thought he'd call, I thought disappointed. I felt exhausted and hurt. I just thought he'd call. I thought he would be tripping over his feet to get me back.

A few tears fell from my eyes, but I managed to pick myself up, wiping them away. I went into my room again, finding a pair of sweatpants and the shirt Harry gave me. It smelled like him. It smelled like his cologne and his detergent.

Harry: I'm outside in my car. We need to talk.

At first I was shocked and relieved, but then the inevitable fear hit me. It could be a definite breakup. I marched up the stairs, determined to do it. Luckily no one noticed me. A deep breath was taken before getting in.

"Before you say anything, I want to apologise," Harry started out. "I was being stupid. I'm sorry,". I felt my eyes beginning to tear up. "I want to be with you.".

"I took the tube home, and when I got to Camden, I sat down on a bench," I told him quietly. "Michael was there, and he comforted me... I kissed him,". I couldn't bring myself to look at Harry. "It meant nothing, I swear, it meant nothing.".

He stared out of the window. "We hadn't even been over for a day,". I really couldn't stop the tears that traveled down my cheeks, and the same was happening for him. It was heartbreaking to see him cry.

I attempted to calm myself down. "I-I know, I'm sorry, s-so sorry,". Harry didn't reply, instead he just looked out into thin air, sobbing slightly. I went to hug him, but I was denied. Understanding what was up, I got out of the car, walking the short distance to the front door of my house. Before I went in, I gazed back at the car, watching it drive away. 

I opened the door and as soon as it was closed, I sat down on the floor, breaking down. A loud cry left my lips, and Max came running to my aid, for once not wagging his tail. 

"Selena!" my mum called out. "Oh, sweetheart!". She got me to stand, embracing me tightly.

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Harry's POV:

I cried all the way home, not being able it hold it in. Out of all the guys she could have kissed, she kissed Michael. The guy who made me feel the most insecure. And after that dinner, I really thought that I could trust him, and I thought my relationship with Selena was safe. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't consider forgiving her, but I was so hurt and confused and heartbroken.

When I got home, I didn't know how to deal with it all. I hadn't felt like that before. Isabella and I decided to break up, and it was a mutual decision. But with Selena... it was all so rushed and unexpected. I tried walking after her, when she stormed away, but I realised it was hopeless. I knew that when she was angry, she needed to time to think. So naturally I thought our breakup was temporary, but when she told me about the kiss with Michael, I knew that it wasn't temporary.