Sorry Sir (H.S)

Chapter 12

For the past hour I had been pacing back and forth in Harry's living room while Liam stands near the balcony door in front of me and Harry stays seated on his couch a confused look still coated on his face. For the past hour questions have just been thrown around our small space, mostly from Liam and myself as we chose to raise our voices at each other and ignore Harry's presence until he had to intervene when I lunged towards Liam with a raised fist. Liam's questions mostly consisted on why I'm visiting harry, and why I left him hanging when he admitted his feelings to me. While mine consisted of how does he know Harry, and why he left before I could even say anything. However once he said he left because he didn't want to deal with my bipolar self I lost control and lunged for him, luckily enough Harry was quick enough to grab ahold of me and calm me down. So here we are now all silent as I pace in front of them both in deep thought.

"How do you both know each other again?" Harry asks breaking the silence.

"She fucked me over."

"He led me on then left me"

Both me and Liam say to him at the same time. My head snaps to face Liam once what he said processes through my mind. "Fucked you over?!" I exclaim. "If anyone was fucked over it was me!"

Liam scoffs "Oh don't act like the victim here." He then pauses narrowing his eyes staring between myself and Harry "You never answered why you're here at Harry's, Nikita."

"That is none of your business." I reply glaring back at him. "It's getting late Liam maybe you should leave." I then say wanting him to just leave so I can talk to Harry.

"Well tough shit sweetheart but I was here first." He childishly replies crossing his arms over his chest.

Before I can reply Harry suddenly intervenes, "Nikita, why are you here?" He asks looking up at me curiously from his spot on the couch. At this Liam immediately looks intrigued wanting to know my answer also.

"I wanted to tell you that I'm throwing my phone into the river." I say, his face then turns to confusion. "You know, my phone with a hundred numbers on it." I say trying to make him understand that I was speaking about our conversation after class when he held me back, without Liam catching on.

He soon catches on, his eyes wide with excitement. "Oh! Oh! Yeah sure of course we can talk about that." He says a bit too quickly. He then turns to Liam, "Sorry mate is it okay if you come back tomorrow and we can have that conversation."

"Yeah sure." He replied unsurely still gazing between me and Harry. He starts walking towards the door before he stops and turns back to face me. "Niki, maybe we should meet up while I'm still in town and talk about everything maturely." Using the nickname only he would call me knowing how to get under my skin.

"Just call me whenever I guess." I sigh defeated because it's Liam. He was my first love even if I never admitted it to him, and I could never say no to him. I feel as though he will always have that effect on me no matter what.

Once Liam leaves, my eyes dart to Harry who's already focused on me still seated. I casually walk over to him pushing he's shoulders back for him to lean back into the couch while I straddle his laps, his hands immediately raising to rest on my waist.

"Ask me again." I say.

"What?" He looks to me confused. I nod my head at him waiting for him to catch on, again. A smile graces his face minutes later, "Nikita Droit will you be my girlfriend ?"

"Where are your manners?" I jokingly say while running my fingers through his hair.

He chuckles deeply, "Please."