3 days later:
I have stayed in my room for literally 2 whole days. Sarah came up with Claire a few times to bring me food, but I wasn't hungry. I have been living here for over 2 weeks, but it's more like prison.
I don't think Harry and I are anything. Literally I don't know if I care.
I was braiding a string of my hair while I was sitting up in bed when there was a knock on the door.
"I'm not hungry," I said and the door opened anyways.
Harry stood in the door way and I immediately undid the braid and pushed my hair back.
"I wasn't going to ask about that," he said and he tried to smile. I couldn't return it.
He walked in and closed the door behind himself.
"What?" I spat out and his eyes look strained. They weren't as green as I remembered.
He gave the smile another shot, "you're wearing my hoodie," he said lifting his finger a little. "Like it?" He asked but I could feel the sadness in his voice.
I nodded slowly. I felt a little blood on my tongue and I realized I was biting down on my cheek so very hard.
He took a deep breath and he looked like he was shaking. In a way, I regretted snapping at him. "I just miss you," he said quietly and I shook my head.
"You've talked to me 5 times while we've been here, besides some shitty small talk. You don't care, so don't have me believing you do." I took a deep breath but I felt my throat getting smaller. I can't cry. I need to be strong.
"Caroline i-"
"You have no excuse," I whimpered and then I started to cry a bit. He look horrified, but somehow I didn't care. "You scared me and I don't.. I don't want to be around you after that," I said and I realized it was true. I finally admitted it to him. It felt horrible, but I knew it was the right thing.
"Caroline I was drinking, I didn't-"
"You had sex with Fay, Harry," I said and I now knew it was true. He went completely still and he looked at his feet.
"I don't care about her at all," he said softly and I let out a short laugh.
"You care about her more than you ever will me, so I don't see the point in trying anymore," I said under my breath and he stomped his foot.
"Dammit Caroline I'm serious," he said and he rushed over to me. I didn't even realize I was standing up, I was literally loosing my mind.
He grabbed my face softly and held it between his hands. He was about 3 inches from my face when I pushed back lightly on his chest.
"Harry," I said softly and he shook his head.
"Please, one more chance, one," he whispered right next to my ear and I shrugged.
After he held me for a while he kissed my cheek and started to walk away from me. I immediately felt cold without his warm body keeping me balanced.
"I don't blame you," he said softly and in a split second I was running full speed over to him.
I couldn't help but smile as he lifted me into his arms. "You and I," he whispered and I kissed him hard on the lips.
Nothing's better than him, no matter how much I don't want to admit it.
Tonight was movie night. Claire and Taylor picked out the movie and I sat on the couch waiting for them to set it up. The boys would be back any minute now.
"This is going to be such a good movie," Sarah said as she started messing with the remotes.
"I've seen it." Claire plopped down on the couch and I grinned at her.
"It looks good, I haven't seen many movies," I admitted and she rolled her eyes playfully.
"Most are long and boring," she said twirling her hair around.
"What's long and boring?" Fay said walking in eating a piece of pizza.
I held my breath for a second when she walked in. Her English accent was really pretty,but I couldn't deal.
"Movies," Claire replied and Sarah turned to me.
"You know Harry's band had like, probably 20 unofficial big time movies come out on disc, there were a few real ones too, super good," she said and smiled.
"I want to know more about one direction," I said and Fay let out a rough laugh.
"They are just a bunch of hot guys with accents," she spit and I nodded, although I didn't fully agree. They obviously had good songs, otherwise they wouldn't have made it so far in their career.
On the other hand, they were cute and their voices were... Sexy.
"So Caroline," Fay said and I heard the disgust in her tone. "How long have you known Harry?"
I looked her right in the eye. "Since the beginning if summer, really only a little over a month."
She laughed and slapped her knee. "I've known him for way longer."
I cringed at the thought of them having sex, I imagined him talking to her the way she talks to me- but I shouldn't think this way. It's selfish of me.
"You sound English. Did you live near each other in England?" I asked politely and then she began a rant on how they have been in "love" forever.
I listened a little bit, but then a realized she way lying, it was really obvious and I just wasn't into it.
Fay was still ranting when the boys wandered into the room. Fay sprang up to Harry and started talking super fast that I couldn't understand.
I noticed the way he smiled at her, I felt my chest deflate. Why can't he look at me like that?
I shuddered and sat back. To my surprise, I felt a hand wrap around my waist and pull me back.
I grinned and turned my head slightly, which was just enough to feel his hair brush my cheek. He kissed my shoulder all the way up to my cheek.
He sat up straight but let his hand go around me and I leaned into him.
"How's it going?" Harry whispered into my ear and I shrugged, although I was smiling.
"Wanna ditch this?" He asked and I felt my heart skip a beat. I nodded and he stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him.
I looked back and everyone was in their own conversations, and no one was paying attention.
Except for Fay.
She looked upset, so to lighten her up I winked and slipped my hand into Harry's back pocket. She snorted and looked away.
On the other hand, I looked back at Harry who's eyes were wild.
"You have changed in the past few weeks," he purred and I have him a mischievous grin.
"Have I?"I asked and then his eyes flashed and he nodded, grinning.
"Let's go," he said and we were off.
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Criminal
FanfictionIf you cant depend on your own judgment, would you put your trust in a criminal?