BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 80. Edited.

There are too many people here, in just a second the place is now full of costumers and the freaking paparazzo is again here. I really hate these guys now.

"Harry let's go." I grabbed harder his arm and he rolled his eyes to me.

I took him out of Starbucks and during our entire walk back to my apartment tons of girls and paparazzi followed us.

I reached the door and Harry refused going inside, he was pulling his arm away from my grip.

"Harry, come, you can't go there... something can happen to you."

He jerked away and closed the door of the building and walked to the waiting room.

"I don't fucking like that guy! Why does he know that, Linda? Why does he know why we broke up? No one knows! Even the paparazzi do not know the truth!" He screamed hysterically. "Even my best friends and family disown the truth, because I thought this was going to be better soon... that we were going to be well, I had this feeling that for love you were going to forgive me."

He sighed and put his fists on his eyes, like every time he does when he is stressed and wants to cry.

"How does he know?" He whispered to me. "Did you tell him everything? I don't fucking care if you've told Kaylee about it but telling a prick you just met?"

I was feeling so guilty and I knew I was wrong, I knew everything he was saying was right but I just didn't think he had the hope of me forgetting him easily. Do I look like a girl that doesn't respect herself? After a cheating, there's no trust again. You can't trust in that person just as before, maybe they can do it again.

I am not going to trust on him again my love, maybe I love him but he doesn't love me and loving someone who doesn't love you back is like dating a wall.

Although, walls don't cheat.

"I just can't forgive this," he said and pressed his temples.

"You can't forgive I freed my mind with a guy that paid me attention but I did forgive you cheating on me so you stopped feeling bad?" I asked without thinking, just letting my body toss everything.

"Do you like him so much?" He asked and gave a step forward to me.

"He's nice." I nodded and crossed my arms above my breast.

"You like him!" He laughed. "Then ask him to take you to the fucking station so you can have time alone!" He sighed and walked out of the building, releasing heat from his ears.

I wanted to cry again, now I cry every day and if I am dehydrated tomorrow, is because I'll cry without a break for almost a month.

I just feel like a bad person.

...

"Are you hungry? Tired? Do you want something?" Mom asked me.

I just arrived home and my eyes are red and I just don't have the mood to talk.

"I need to go to work, do you want to come?" She asked me.

"Yeah," I came here to stay with my mom and I'm not going to stay at my room doing nothing like in London? Nope.

We got to the place and Jacob and Joe were there. It was weird seeing too many people there, everything was upgraded and women working that I hadn't seen before were working now here.

The place was bigger, there was now another floor and wow, it looked like a California's parlour. Before, it was just alone... just my mom's friends and not too many other people used to come here.