Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter ten

I head back to the apartment, still shaken up,

The walk to starbucks didn't feel as long as it does walking back.

I try to get 'home' as quickly as possible, a women wanting to have an arguement with me for barging her, my ussual attitude would be 'bring it bitch' but what happened in starbucks, shit me up.

His face keeps haunting me. His green eyes glaring at me, just wanting someone to know about his death. My insides, eating me alive. Will I be able to live with just pretending it never happened?

I rush in to the elevator and storm in to the apartment.

Much to my suprise, Naomi is sitting on the sofa, face like thunder.

I stand still at the door, resting my head on the door, closing my eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks me, looking at me strangly.

"I could ask the same for you" I answer not looking at her.

"You first. I'll get the icecream" she says about to stand up until I stop her.

"Absolutely not! We're not in some stereo typical american chick flick. Got any vodka?" I ask with a harsh tone.

"No, I don't own alcohol" she talks down to me.

I laugh at her choice of words, 'own'.

"I thought you were out with Harry?" I say, joining her on the sofa. 

She looks down, avoiding eye contact.

"We had a arguement" 

"Why?" I ask way too eagerly, god, I've been hanging out with Perrie too much.

"Do you really want to know?" 

"yes"

"He said he was sick of me throwing things in his face" she starts to turn red, biting her lip.

"Why what did you do?" I ask half guessing.

"Well.. We were going to grab some lunch and so we sat down and there was a sign on the wall asking for employee's and I suggested Harry should take up the offer, he then flipped out on me saying that I didn't support him and his dream, I told him that he is being ridiculous and he needs to get his head out of the clouds and come back to reality and grow up!" she says now standing on her feet, shouting. Pacing up and down.

I'm flabergasted. 

My heart aches for Harry. I know that he wants this so bad, just to have this snob come and try to tear him dream apart.

"That abit out of order Naomi!" I raise my voice.

She looks shocked at me sticking up for the beautiful curley haired man.

"Are you serious? He is relying on me for everything! Money! Food! Somewhere to stay! And he has the cheek to talk to me like that!" she says, half sensing that she is hinting that point at me aswell.

She better not start on me, I have a firery temper. 

"Naomi, he's your boyfriend! You're helping him out when he's down on his luck, you can't throw it in his face!" I say joining her on my feet.

It's ironic really. Me sticking up for a lovely man I just met 3 and a half days ago, against a snob I've known all my life. Do I really know her?

"I wasn't throwing it in his face, he just needs to stop dreaming and come to reality" she says calming herself down, she's too perfect to be angry, well that's what she likes to think.

"Naomi have you even bothered to pay attention on what's going on his life instead of trying to mould him in to yours?" I ask letting my mouth do the talking.

She looks suprised by my forwardness then answers, whilst throwing her blonde hair back behind her shoulders. 

"His life? I am his life. I am the only thing he has got. He hasn't a penny to his name" she says biterly.

Wow, she's changed! I realise what she has become, a fake snobby bitch. The Naomi I used to know was so sweet and caring, still trying to act like that with me.

"That is such a nasty thing to say about someone as sweet as him! He treats you well Naomi! It takes a lot of work to put up with someone like you!" I say not realising the words had come out of my mouth until saying them.

I have no idea, actually I do, Harry doesn't deserve the crap she's giving him. But if she turns on me, that's it, I'm homeless.

"Why don't you both just get together, you're exactly the same as eachother, scrangers. Scrangers that want the high life and live of other people" she says turning towards the kitchen. 

My blood starts to heat, I start to shake and my eyes go wide.

"You know what? Fuck you Naomi! You're actually no one without us! All you will ever have and ever want is money! Take your apartment, you can stick it! I'm done!" I say shouting, grabbing my bag and slamming the door. 

I need some air. I go outside and sit on the steps in the garden off the apartments. 

Without thinking, I automatically press the call button to call the hottie, Harry.

I don't really know why I am calling him.

yes you do.

"Hello?" his deep, husky voice speaks in to the phone.

"You're girlfriends a bitch" I say straight away.

"I know. She's a fake snob" he says equally insulting her.

I laugh, well try to.

"What happened?" he asks, clear with concern. 

"The same that happened with you, she threw everything in my face" I say starting to get angry again. 

"Fuck her, I'm sick of her" he says with frustration.

What is that supposed to mean?

"Where are you?" he cuts the silence.

"I'm sitting outside the apartment, I don't want to go back in there" I say wondering what I'm going to do.

"Don't move, I'll be there in five minutes. You can come and hang with me and Niall at his and Zayn's apartment" he says demanding.

I don't resist. I feel a wave of excitment.

He hangs up and I sit and wait to see a white audi.

Just as the fourth minute passes, he appears.