Too much

Chapter 35

I walk into the house and quickly go into the bathroom to fix my teary, makeup smeared eyes. I'm still in complete shock with what just happened minutes before, but the only thing keeping me going is knowing this can't last long. As much as I hate it, Harry and I have always been like this: up and down, fight and makeup. I just wish this wasn't worse than all of the other times, because this time feels different. Maybe it won't be like our other fights, maybe Harry really meant what he said.

Once I look like I haven't been crying, I leave the bathroom intending to go straight to my room, but my dad stops me in the kitchen. "Did you talk to Harry?"

"Yeah." I respond and keep walking.

"Are you two okay?" He asks. Crap, I probably still look miserable and he can tell something's going on.

I want to tell him the truth, but I can't give him the satisfaction. He knew Harry would do something to hurt me, and I defended him. I'm now starting to think I shouldn't have. "Yeah, I just have some more homework to get done."

"He seemed pretty shaken up when he came over, are you sure everything's alright?" What? When was Harry here?

I stop walking and turn to look at my dad who is sitting at the table. "You said Harry was here?"

"Yeah, he didn't mention it to you?" He laughs. "I thought he was going to kill me! He came over and yelled at me for not letting you see him, and I had to tell him that wasn't true. Did you not tell him I changed my mind?" My dad seems completely amused with Harry coming over, but I feel embarrassed for his behavior.

"Oh, I should get started on my homework." I lie and shuffle upstairs, ignoring his question.

Locking my door behind me, I sit at the chair by my desk and try to calm down for a minute. I feel like I've just ran a marathon. These continuous questions keep adding in my mind and I don't know where to begin thinking. It's making me exhausted.

I think I just need to give Harry some time, but that is difficult for me. I just want him to hug me, tell me he loves me and that he's sorry for making me chose. I guess I understand why he could feel this way about Max, but there's no excuse for him giving me an ultimatum. In the end, it's Harry I love, and that should be enough for him.

Even though Harry is the one who is wrong here, I feel the need to fix this. I can't stand being apart from him right now knowing this could simply be fixed. I should never have to sacrifice a friendship of mine for him, but there's a part of me reminding myself that Harry, no matter how stubborn and impossible he may be, is someone I can't live without. I love him, and I don't know if I'll ever stop. The thought of him breaking up with me and going back to his old ways of hooking up with a different girl every day sends a cold shiver through my body. I need to take matters into my own hands if we're going to make this work.

I dial Max's number on my phone and wait for him to answer. I don't even know what I say, but I'm hoping the words will just come to me.

"Hello?" He finally answers, creating my heart to race with nervousness.

"Hey Max, what's up?" Don't beat around the bush, Addie!

"Not much, just finishing up some homework. How are you?" He asks and I can tell his confused as to why I called.

"I'm. . . I've seen better days." The line is silent on both ends before I man up and say something. "You know that you're one of my best friends right?" I begin.

"Sure, why?"

"It's just, when I told Harry about you kissing me after his party the other week, he's been convinced that you see me as more than a friend." I say, not sure where I'm trying to go with this.