Emotionless Love (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 21

Harry P.O.V

"A Lee Ann Payne concert?" I ask Niall, as he starts eating his cone.

What the fuck is this guy talking about? I start my car again, pull out of Mickie Dees, and head anywhere.

"No. A Liam Payne concert. There's one in Orlando, at the Amway Center.".

I glance over to him, see him scrolling through something on his phone, while licking off the ice cream on the cone.

"Okay, how far is it from here?" I make a U-turn onto the highway again.

"Where are we?" He's super invested in his phone and ice cream, that he doesn't see me make a face.

"Shouldn't you know, dick!"

Damn! I mean he's the one who wants to go to this shit concert anyway!

"Please Hazza, tell me." I can see his lower lip jutting out from the corner of my eye. His eyes are opened to his limit and he's clutching his phone tighter in his hands.

Ugh!

"Palm Bay dammit!" I gave in.

"Thanks Haz!"

We sit in silence, except from Niall tapping at his phone, him crunching on the cone, and the wind blowing against my car.

I wonder how everyone is doing in Miami?

I hope Aunt Dee is holding up and that my teachers aren't too happy not to have me in class.

But I mostly want to know how one crazy, fucked up, inconsiderate, bitchy, irrational, heartless, beautiful, innocent, funny, kind-hearted, inquisitive, loving, girl is doing.

I want to know if she's been regretful like I have and is really considering calling to apologize or at least check in on me. I hope she's okay...

No! No! No! No!No!

I have to stop thinking about her! She means nothing! Is nothing!

Was nothing.

This is good. We need space. She doesn't like me anymore so I must respect that.

Even if it hurts.

"Got it!" I turn my head in reaction to Niall's yelling, knocking me out of my thoughts

"What?"

"It will take a little over an hour to get there."

"Okay. When's the concert."

"In two days, so in the mean time, we'll go to Disney!"

"No."

Point. blank. period.

"Haz, why not!"

"You don't have money and I'm not wasting my money on funnel cake and cheap gifts for you."

"I have money." He chirped in, piquing my interest.

"Really?" I question with a smile.

Like this guy has money.

The last time I saw him have his own, hard earned money, was when he use to babysit kids during middle school.

Even then, most of his money came from me having to cover for him when he had guitar lessons, but I still gave him all the earnings.

Man I was a stupid kid back then.

"Yes Haz, I have to." He opens the water bottle I gave him earlier and takes a big swig.

"Why do to have to?"

"Girls don't like men without money or jobs. And since I don't have one of those, I have to have the other."

That makes no sense.

"Don't you need a job to get money." I say it more as a statement since it is the logical and only way to earn money.

"No. What You need is a nice Irish mom back home, who is willing to give you an allowance to pay for meals and necessities."

Mamma's boy.

"Why is she even giving you an allowance? You've lived in the U.S since second grade dude."

I mean seriously. My mom never gave me money, so why is his mother giving him money at this age?

"She loves me and cares for her precious young. Plus, she is bribing me to come back to Ireland."

"Why?."

"Ah well she misses me and hates only seeing me during holidays or breaks. She says that she'll put me in a good school, like I used to go to."

"Fuck you." I whisper out remembering something that always creeps up on me when I hear anything remotely related to it, and him.

That dick, ruining Niall's life. Always acting like we forgot.

" What did you say?"

Niall rustles his hair.

"Nothing."

"Yeah so she just wants someone around the house again, shit like that."

"Will you go?" I scan the road, spotting a Motel 6, and start heading in that direction.

"Nah! You know I wouldn't leave. I'd be leaving behind a socially awkward, grumpy, dry guy if I did."

I think he's hinting at something but I don't know who he's talking about.

"Besides, I love it here; I love being with you, Louis, and Zayn,"

I roll my eyes at his name.

"you guys are my mates, I'd never want to separate from you, even through the good or bad times."

He smiles, sadly.

We stay quiet after that.

How can he forgive him? How can he not hate him? Despise being near him?

He's too nice, getting blinded by the act he pulls.

I will never forget what that ass did. Never.