All That Matters

Chapter 49

I lay next to Harry, catching my breath. He chuckles at me and tucks the hair behind my ear, licking his bottom lip. As I'm about to speak his phone vibrates and he picks it up, frowning at the screen.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Oh, nothing." He replies after a few short moments of hesitance.

"Harry," I raise my eyebrows. I know him well enough to know he's hiding something.

"It's just a friend of mine." He says, not meeting my eyes.

"What friend?" I pry persistently.

"Thea. I think you met her at Carly's party." he explains. I remember that slut; I hate her for some reason. I don't know what caused such harsh, dark feelings towards her but something about her just drives me mad.

"Yeah, I remember her." I mutter.

"Do you not like her?" he muses.

I think I know what made me hate her. The way she flirted with Harry and the way she giggled and flipped her hair. The way she eyed him was so annoying I wanted to pound her in the face. She talked like they had something special. Like they had a relationship in the.. past. Could she have been one of the girls he ruined?

"What are you thinking about?" He asks me.

"Did you ever have a thing with Thea?" I question him, unhesitant.

"Yeah." He answers honestly. "It was a long time ago."

"Have you hooked up with her since then?"

"No." His answer is quick.

"Well she still likes you." I huff.

"And why do you think that?"

"It's obvious. She doesn't hide the way she feels, Harry."

"Well she's an annoying slut that would do anything to get in a guys pants so just ignore her." Harry states, which doesn't make me feel better. Had Harry ever told her he loved her? Had he felt this way about her? The jealousy burns in my chest but I do my best to hide it.

I get up and use the restroom as an excuse to get air. I don't know why this feeling came on so strong. Maybe she's a very lovely girl, I shouldn't judge her. What did she text him? This pisses me off. Minutes later Harry and I are down stairs talking but it keeps nagging at me.

"What did Thea say?" I ask.

"It doesn't matter."

I raise my eye brows and he shifts on his feet and runs his fingers over his hair.

"She was just asking about Belle." He answers.

"Belle is friends with all of them?" I ask and he nods, taking a seat on his stool setting he and I at eye level for once.

"Kind of. She isn't a druggy like them though," He chuckles, pulling me between his legs and into his protective arms, but something seems off. He's distant.

"What are you thinking?" He asks when he notices my distracted thoughts.

"Um- nothing."

"What is it?" he pushes.

As I'm about to answer him, someone rings the doorbell. He rolls his eyes and makes his way to the door, finding an unpleasant surprise. One of his old friends, I guess. He glances at me before gesturing he'd be right back, stepping out the door and shutting it behind himself.

Almost as if on queue, his phone goes off. I shouldn't... I really shouldn't...

But I do anyway.

I answer it just in time to hear the voice of the annoying slut speaking her message in which she thought was going to the machine.

"Hey Harry," Thea starts slowly, carelessly. "So I was thinking a lot about what happened a few nights ago. I liked it and I think we should get back together. I know it's dumb of me to call you but... I need to get my point across now. Call me back," I can practically hear her smirk as she speaks arrogantly.

What is she talking about? A few nights ago...? What happened? Was I right about her still liking him? Did they kiss- or worse?

Harry walks in as I stand in shock, unsure of what to say.

"Dars?" He cocks his head.

"You missed a call." I breathe, my annoyance clear.

"You answered it?" He grunts.

"Just the message." I don't look at him.

"Who was it from?" he's emotionless, I can feel it. He knows I've caught on.

"Thea,"

"What did she say?" He knows well what she said; I can tell by the way he shifts on his feet.

"What did you do with her?" I finally look at him, ignoring his question.

"Nothing." He looks down.

"Stop lying." I say through my teeth, holding back tears.

"She kissed me." He says after a pause of silence, not the slightest bit of hesitance or defeat.

"And you let her?" I blink, trying not to show my current weakness. He doesn't reply and I huff, the tears penetrating my poker face.

"Darsey," Harry starts but I cut him off.

"Don't. Don't try and tell me that you're sorry and that it'll all be okay. It takes a lot for me to trust someone, and you were the first on my list. But it's gone. All of it. I can't believe you'd do this." I wipe my already tear stained cheeks.

He tries to speak again but I cut him off.

"Save your breath. I'm sure it'll come in handy next time you want to make out with someone behind your girlfriends back."