Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

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CARLIE'S POV

 “Marcel, I lost my best friend, Harry, my voice, and my love.” I manage to say. “I came out here to find you. Making sure you won’t kill yourself. Most importantly, to tell you that I love you!” And with that weight lifted off of my chest, I walked away. Not looking back, and not knowing where to go.

I'm walking in the rain...Trying to sort everything out in my head. What do I do now? Kayla hates me for lying to her. But, my honest opinion was that it was best she didn't know. I don't want her to hate me for what happened in the past......the past.....The past seemed so easy. Until that party. Ugh that party. Great. Of course I'm gonna have a flashback!

*FLASHBACK*

I'm standing in the kitchen looking for someone I recognize. I should have left with Niall, but if I leave now, I might get an 'I told you so'. I hate those.

Oh! Bingo!

I spot a head of curls in the distance. In the living room. It's so packed in here. Maybe I should just leave....

"Carlie!" I hear a deep, raspy voice yell.

I whip around and see Harry. He's smirking at me.

"You drink, love?" he slurs. First time Harry's drunk....Oh! That's a shocker! Note the sarcasm.

I nod. Of course I have. Who hasn't? "Where's Jordi?" I ask, looking around.

"You don't need to worry about her," he smirks, walking toward me. I keep backing away every step he takes until I bump into a wall. "There's no need to run, babe." Babe? No. No, no, no.

"Harry stop!" I raise my voice knowing he's gonna do something. He's my best friend, I should trust him... Maybe I should just see where we end up?....maybe.

"Babe, calm down." Harry chuckles. I put my hands to his chest when he presses his body against mine.

I groan. What am I feeling?

"Don't hold back, sweetie. Just show me what you got." Harry wispers. What does he mean?

I open my eyes just to see my surroundings. Harry's eyes are closed as he still has his body against mine up against the wall. I see Jorden glaring at me from a far. I shake my head at her, meaning that it's not like that, but she stomps off towards Marcel's room.

That bitch. She's not getting away with that. If I find out something happens...I'll....I'll...

"Don't cry...." a british accent soothes me. He brings his thumb up to my cheek and wipes the tears away. "Did I do something..?"

"No. No you didn't Harry." I giggle. "Come on."

He smirks. "I've been waiting for this." Harry grabs my hand in his and leads me upstairs.

Two can play at this game, Jorden....

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