Secret

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Harry's pov

"What did you do, asshole?" Jessica asks me. I shake my head. I don't want to start any trouble with anyone; I'm done with shit tonight.

Justin tries to talk to me but I ignore him because quite frankly I don't really like him and I also hear something other than the tv and his voice. I look around and notice half of the party is gone. I stand up, not giving a fuck about what Justin is saying and walk to Hailey's room.

"What's all the yelling about?" I ask, walking past the white door and into the room. "I was just telling Bella and Chase that my room is off limits."

"Since when is your room off limits? And what were you two really doing in here?" I ask all of them. Something's up, I know it.

"Nothing." Bella almost stutters but catches herself. Nobody else says anything.

Bella looks down, Chase stares right at me, and Hailey looks anywhere but me.

"Okay don't fucking tell me then." I huff. Bella stands from the bed. "Bye." she quietly says, hugging Hailey then leaving the room.

I look between Hailey and Chase. "You guys want to tell me what's going on?" I raise my eyebrows angrily. "I think it's time you go home, Harry." she says. "With who? Jessica was my ride." I almost shout. Hailey looks out the door. "With Bella? Hell no, she's upset at me and I don't know what's going on." I stubbornly tell her. "Isn't that for the better? So you can make it all up?" she proves a point. "Whatever. I'm leaving." I mumble, trying to catch up to Bella.

By the time I'm outside, she's getting in her car. "Wait!" I call after her. She turns to look at me. "What do you want?" she asks tiredly. "A ride and an explanation." I say. "No...I can't." she quietly says. "Yes. Please." I urge. She sighs heavily. "Get in."

*

"What was that in Hailey's room?" I ask her as she keeps her eyes on the road. "Nothing." she lies. "Bella just tell me." I demand. She sighs in defeat. She mumbles something I can't understand. "A bit louder if you could." I say almost sarcastically. "I kissed Chase, okay! Well he kissed me...but we still kissed!" she blurts. My eyes widen at her confession. "Your turn, why did you kiss me?" she asks, trying to change the subject. "No no no no, why were you kissing Chase?" I ask. I sound jealous as hell right now and it's probably because I am. "I don't know, I guess he likes me...he just kissed me and I sort of went along with it," she explains, "now answer my question!"

My mind screams answers at her, but I keep quiet. I look out the window as we come to a stop at the stoplight. "It was seven minutes of heaven. I didn't want it to be lame." I lie. She purses her lips but doesn't look away from the windshield or say anything. The light is still red and I look over at her.

I move her face so her eyes connect with mine. "Sorry if I made you upset." I apologize very quietly. I lean in and so does she. Our lips are centimeters away until we hear a loud honk and see the glow of the green light. We don't say anything the rest of the ride home, except for me telling her when and where to turn to get to my house.

I will never admit it out loud, but I like Bella. I'm not sure if I love her, but there is a definite liking towards her. I don't think she knows; My act is keeping cool because if don't, she'll find out. "This one." I tell her, pointing to the big house on the right. She parallel parks in front of my driveway and I open the door. "Wait." she suddenly says and I turn to her.

"What?"

"Um...nevermind."

"No, tell me." I urge, shutting the door as the light in the car dims.

"N-no, it's dumb."

"Bella."

"See you tomorrow, Harry." she says abruptly, pushing me by the arm to get out of the car. "You better tell me soon." I warn her with a small smile, getting out of the small car. She smiles back as I close the door behind me and she drives off.

Walking through my front door, I am greeted with the unwelcoming atmosphere of my home; to me anyway. I don't even say hello to my father, walking up the stairs and into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I am left with my thoughts of the events of tonight. I lie back on my bed and stare at the ceiling, hands on my stomach. I kissed Bella. She kissed Chase. Bella kissed Chase. Of course he likes her. Why else would he kiss her? It makes me angrier than I should be. I kissed her merely for game purposes. Right? I'm pretty sure my ego is standing in the way of the truth. I like Bella, I know that. Somehow, I know she feels the same way, maybe even her feelings a little stronger than mine. I think. I mean it's kind of obvious; the way she acts around me, I can just tell. My thoughts are broken when I hear my phone ring. I answer it, not even caring to read the caller id.

"Hello?" I say into the phone. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you." the person on the other line says and I pull the phone away to look at who is calling me. I see Jessica's name on the screen. "What is it?" I ask. "I just wanted to ask you about tonight and what happened. Why did you leave so early, and without me?" she questions me. I roll my eyes and sigh. "I really don't want to talk about it." I tell her. "Harry, please, I'm your friend. Tell me." she pleads. "Fine, I'll tell you what happened. I kissed Bella in that damn closet. It was fine at first but then she ran out crying and I don't know why." I explain.

I hear Jessica let out a long exasperated sigh. "I thought you should know that Bella's not over her ex-boyfriend. That's probably why she left. You should probably leave her alone for a while." she says. "But they broke up like four months ago." I argue. "Yeah, but lately she's been sad about it. She told me. By the way, you probably shouldn't tell her we're having this conversation."

"Okay whatever." And I hung up the phone.

Jessica's pov

"Hey, I'm gonna go." I tell Hailey quietly, grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter. "Okay, love you!" she says as I walk out the front door. I don't tell Justin bye, mostly because I'm upset with him and he's being a dick.

*

I lie on my bed and text Bella. "What happened at the party?" I texted her. She doesn't answer right away so I resort to my other option- calling Harry.

It rings a couple of times until he answers. "Hello?" he says in a raspy voice. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you." I say. "What is it?" he asks. "I just wanted to ask you about tonight and what happened. Why did you leave so early, and without me?" I ask him, trying not to sound desperate or anything. I hear him sigh on the other line. "I really don't want to talk about it." he tells me tiredly. "Harry, please, I'm your friend. Tell me." I beg. "Fine, I'll tell you what happened. I kissed Bella in that damn closet. It was fine at first but then she ran out crying and I don't know why." he blurts and I am surprised.

I think of something quick. "I thought you should know that Bella's not over her ex-boyfriend. That's probably why she left. You should probably leave her alone for a while." I lie. "But they broke up like four months ago." he protests. "Yeah, but lately she's been sad about it. She told me. By the way, you probably shouldn't tell her we're having this conversation." I nervously tell him.

"Okay whatever." he sighs, hanging up the phone. I huff and grab a pillow to hug. I'm so tired of this. Harry probably likes Bella and I know for sure he likes him. I feel like a bad friend for liking him too, but feelings are feelings. I'm getting tired of Justin. Yes, we have our good moments but really most of the  time we're fighting or whining about our complicated relationship. We aren't even dating, and that's what gets me. I'm just done. I'm done with Justin and I like Harry whether it makes me a bitch or not.