(I am so, so sorry for the long wait. If you just started reading or if you stayed around, thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I kinda just lost the motivation to write, I didn't really think anyone was reading it despite the few votes and comments that I got on the story. Then I started receiving tweets, asking when I was going to update, seeing comments with the same question. I didn't really know people had it in their library's, lol. But I'm sorry, thank you guys so much! I'm gonna try and keep this consistent again, a chapter, if not more, a day. I also used to be @discussafter on twitter, but I fell out of reading After, but I just started again. I'm back with the fanfiction, lol. I'm @TFFAlive now, and its embarrassing cause you can all see me, lol. Alright, I'm gonna stop now and I'm gonna start the story. Thank you guys again!)
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"Did Harry mention to you what happened? While I was on my way?" Liam asks me.
"Mention what?" I look at him but his eyes don't meet mine, they stay on the road.
"It's not really my place,"
"Is he okay?"
"For the most part," he purses his lips together "yeah."
"What do you mean?"
"Bella, it really isn't my place."
I'm worrying. Liam has my heart racing a bit and my stomach is in knots. I respect him for respecting Harry but I'm his girlfriend, I'd like to think that i have the right to know if he's okay or not, what kind of situation he got himself into.
"Liam, what happened?"
"Please just let him tell you." He pleads and looks into my eyes as we're at the stoplight. "He's already angry enough, I don't need to be on his hit-list." He gives a laugh.
"Alright," I sigh. "He sounded fine on the phone."
And he did. I didn't notice anything weird. Maybe something weird was up but I didn't notice? I don't think so. I'd probably notice; I know I would.
"Probably didn't wanna worry you." He's right.
The rest of the few minute drive from Max' to Harry' is quiet except for the music that's playing on the radio. All of the overplayed "rubbish tunes" that Harry calls them play, I laugh at the thought of him banging on the bathroom door yelling at me to shut off my shower radio.
"Bella, shut that shit off." He pounds on the door and I can hear his deep stern voice over the water.
"Can't, I'm busy!" I laugh.
"I will literally kick this door down. I can hear this rubbish playing over the tv."
"So make the TV louder." I put the bar of soap in one of the plastic containers that are suctioned on to the tile wall.
"Bella," I can just hear the smirk on his face. "Don't get smart."
The tacky Call Me Maybe continues to play and just to get even more under his skin, I sing along.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
I laugh and when I hear no more banging, I assume he's walked away, probably making the TV louder, and I stop singing, washing the vanilla scented soap off of my body.
He's probably watching the I.D channel, some murder mystery show is probably on and he's probably trying to solve the case in his own mind before the episode is over. He thinks he's a detective.
I love that about them though. Behind his hard exterior and ego that people know him to have, there's a curious and caring guy under there. Very few get to see it but I'm lucky enough to be considered one of the few. I can't believe that if I wouldn't of went away that weekend, or if Niall didn't invite him, there would be no Harry and I. I wouldn't know about him. Well, I probably wouldn't unless he was invited somewhere else at the same time I'd be there.
