Three Words| h.s dark

Chapter 25: Reality

* July 8th- 4:32 a.m. *

I had finished crying by now. I had just been sitting here, looking at the ceiling and thinking. Maybe I had overreacted. Harry was just mad, after all. 

I reached over and grabbed my phone. 

51 Unread Messages from: Harry

32 Missed Calls from: Harry

Incoming Call from: Harry

I sighed and answered the phone.

"Hello?" My voice was rough and scratchy from crying and coughing.

"Oh thank God. Leah, where are you? Are you okay?" Harry sounded worried. 

"I'm fine." I whisper.

"Where are you?"

"A dorm room."

"I'm coming to get you."

"No, no, no, no... No." I start shaking my head.

"Why not?" He sounds upset.

"I... I don't know. I just think this will be good for us, I guess."

"What? Time apart?" He sighs and I can practically see him running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah." I hold back a sob.

 "But, Leah... No. Is this about what I said?" 

"N-No." I whisper and tears roll down my cheeks. I wipe them away but more keep falling.

"I didn't mean it." His voice is firm. 

"I know, but-" He cuts me off.

"I'm serious. I'm coming to get you. Where the fuck are you? I'm already driving to the dorms, so just fucking tell me." He sighs again.

 "Room 154." I finally sigh out. I couldn't argue with him and I knew Harry wouldn't give up.

"I'm here. Come downstairs." He says and hangs up.

I slowly stand up and wipe my eyes. I take a quick glance in the mirror and frown. I looked like a wreck. My eyes were bloodshot and my hair was tangled. My pajamas were wrinkled and stained. I looked like hell. 

I opened the door and started walking through the halls to reach the elevator. I didn't feel like taking the stairs down because it was dark and I was exhausted. I hated feeling this way and to be honest, I didn't know why I was. I just hated it.

I reached the front doors and walked outside to see Harry's car right at the front, headlights on. I walked over to the car and got inside. 

"Leah, I'm-" I cut him off.

"I just want silence, Harry. Please." I beg him, resting my head on the window. 

He gives me silence and stays quiet the whole ride home. When we reach our destination, Harry carries me inside. The rest of the night is hazy because I was half asleep. All I remember is Harry laying me gently on the bed and kissing my forehead, telling me he's sorry several times. 

"Leah. Wake up." Harry shakes me awake. I open my eyes to meet his green ones. He was lying right beside me, smiling widely.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I nod because my throat felt sore. I didn't want to hurt it anymore, so I just decided to not talk as much as possible.

"Is something wrong?" Harry looks at me with such concern, I could've cried. I don't know why he was acting like this. It sort of scared me, so I backed up a bit. His eyebrows furrowed together. His face was full of confusion and worry. Then I realized it was me acting funny. I was acting strange, and I knew it. I didn't know why, all I knew was that I was. I wanted to be normal Leah again, but I don't know what was preventing it. 

Why was I acting like this and why can't I just stop?

"What's wrong?" Harry's voice cuts through my thoughts.

"N-Nothing." I lie. My throat burned at my words and I winced. 

"Do you need some water?" He asks, removing his arm from around my waist. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I nodded, pulling the covers up to my neck. 

"I'll be back." He sighs and leaves the room.

What Harry had said really hurt my feelings, but I don't know why it was affecting me this way. I didn't want to be all glum and sad. I wanted to be the same Leah I was not even twenty-four hours ago. 

I sat up and did the most fake smile that I could. It wasn't even worth trying. I wiped the smile off my face and groaned, even though it hurt my throat. I stood up and made my way over to the closet. I opened it and stepped inside, looking for something to wear. I picked out a blue tee and black skinny jeans. 

I walked into the bathroom and peeled my clothes off. Maybe a hot shower was all I needed. As soon as I stepped in, Harry walked into the bathroom.

"I would hand you your water but it looks like you already got your own." He quietly chuckles at his terrible joke. I wouldn't even call it that.

"I just," My throat burned but I continued, "needed a shower."

"Well your water is on the sink for when you get out." 

"Thanks. Can you stay in here?" I ask him, scrubbing my head.

"Sure." 

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you." 

I smiled wide, taking in his words. I just loved it when he said he loved me. It made me feel so special because he's never said it to anyone else. I was so happy to be the first he said that to. 

"Good." I smile, even though he can't see it. 

(Hey guys. I'm sorry it's short. I really am. I tried my best. I'm having major writers block and I just... yeah. I hope you like it although you probably won't, but that's okay. I understand. Well, ily all. hope you guys had a wonderful weekend! :)