Trust

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

"Wait, so she has been lying to you this whole time?"

The question makes my chest burn. At least, I think it's the question. Though, it could quite possibly be the scotch coursing through my system. Fuck, this drink remind me of her. But to be fair, everything does. I finish my drink off and push the glass to the side.

"Yeah," I mumble. My arms are crossed on the bar and my head rests on my forearms.

"How do you feel about it?"

"Well, considering I just found out that the girl I've been crazy about for the past year can't legally be mine for another year, I'm fucking fantastic. Thanks for asking," I laugh. I flag down the bartender to signal for him to make me another drink.

"Stop it, Harry. You haven't had a drink in months. Since-"

"Don't," I cut him off, "just don't."

"Sorry. How do you even know what was in the magazine is true?"

"Everything lines up, Niall," I sigh heavily again. I feel his hand squeeze my shoulder gently. I lift my head up and the bartender places a drink in front of my friend.

"Oh, so you can drink but I can't?" I joke with him.

He laughs, "Because I actually know how to handle my liquor, unlike you. We all remember what happened last time."

"Yes, yes. I know. I'm a terrible drunk."

"So don't drink anymore if you plan on going back to Dahlia tonight."

"Why should I?"

"Why wouldn't you? You haven't stopped talking about her for the past year! Whether she's underage or not, you still care about her. Don't try to tell me that you don't."

The music in the bar is ringing in my ears now, making my head hurt towards my temples. Of course I want to go back to her. I want to go home and hold her and tell her we'll figure all of this out. But I can't. I'm too upset with her. Why did she lie to me for so long?

I honestly don't know if I can wait another year for her.

"You know, Niall, I bet you a thousand dollars Lia has Pretty Woman in the DVD player at home right now."

"Huh?" He gives me a questioning look.

"Pretty Woman. It's her favorite movie," I pause, fiddling with my fingers before continuing.

"She's always dreamt of her Edward Lewis. I'm just not so sure anymore that I can be that for her."

"Harry, I think you're acting kinda crazy mate," Niall's eyebrows furrow. My eyes widen at him.

"I'm acting crazy?" My voice raises and Niall takes a step back. I know I shouldn't get angry with him. The boys hate when I get angry. But I can't help myself at this point, "No! What's crazy is all the shit that I've gone through this past year because of this damn girl!"

My fists slam against the bar making the surrounding glasses jump slightly. Niall flinches momentarily, but comes back to the situation and shoves my shoulder.

"If you weren't slightly intoxicated I'd hit you right now," he spits. His voice is starting to replace the music in becoming the source of my headache. My elbows connect with the bar and my head falls into my hands.

He sighs before continuing, "You seriously need to stop blaming her for the shit that went down. You know deep down it wasn't her fault. How could it be? She didn't even know who you were back then."