Truth Sets You Free

Chapter 46

I didn't even realize that I started crying, but I feel the tears flowing down my face as I stare at the empty space in front of me. I knew this was coming. All of this could've been avoided if I would've just been honest with Tyler from the beginning. But I wasn't. I deserved this, and I knew it would happen eventually.

I thought maybe that knowing and expecting would make it easier when the time did finally come for Tyler to leave me. I was wrong.

It hurts.

I knew it had to end, but I did love him. Didn't I?

The sound of feet shuffling on the pavement next to me brings me back to the current situation that I've gotten myself into. I don't want to turn to look at Harry because of the sheer humiliation that's pulsing through my body.

"Bella." His voice whispers deeply, sending shivers down my spine.

I bite my lip to try to keep myself from crying even more when he places his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. I bring my hand up, placing it on top of his for a moment before wrapping my fingers around his wrist and removing his hand.

"I'm gonna go." My voice is weak, and I still don't make eye contact.

He lets me take one step and then reaches out, grabbing my wrist softly. "No, Bella. Please." He begs. "Please don't go."

At his weak request, I look into his eyes. They're filled with all kinds of unreadable emotions, and I have a feeling that mine are too.

"Just come upstairs with me." He urges me when I don't say anything to him.

As much as I know I shouldn't listen to him, it may not be the worst idea. I know that he's been drinking, so there's nothing wrong with me making sure that he gets back to his room okay. All I have to do is take him up to bed, and then I can go home.

Not that I really know how I'm gonna get home considering my ride just left me here...and for good reason.

A gentle tug on my wrist brings me back to reality as Harry's deep green eyes continue to dig into mine. Listening to my heart, rather than my head, I feel myself giving him a small nod before turning back towards the door to the restaurant.

I hear his footsteps hot on my heels, even though his hand is no longer around mine, as we weave through the crowd of people.

"I have to go say bye to Scott." Harry calls to me. I almost forgot that Scott was even here.

I decide its better if I stay back, not wanting Scott to get the wrong idea about me going back to Harry's hotel room with him. Harry quickly maneuvers over to the bar where he taps Scott on the shoulder, and leans down to speak near his ear.

He pulls out his wallet and hands some cash to Scott before patting him on the back and heading over towards me. I'm slightly surprised when he grabs my hand, but I don't protest as the two of us head out of the restaurant and to the elevator.

The ride up to Harry's floor is quiet. It's a painful silence that feels so foreign to us, and I hate it. But I don't do anything about it. I simply wait for the bell to ring as the elevator stops and the doors open.

My hand remains in Harry's, allowing him to guide me down the hallway to his room. When he lets go of my hand to unlock the door, my heart sinks.

I watch his drunken fingers fumble with the key card for a moment before I decide to reach over and help him out. When my hand lands on his, his eyes snap up to look at me. He stares for a minute as I slip the card into my own fingers and slide it into the lock.

I can tell that he has a million things he wants to say, but he's holding back. I can't tell if I'm thankful or upset by that.

I push the door open and step inside. He follows behind me, closing the door and sighing deeply. My eyes scan the small room to see the bag that he packed earlier resting in the corner. That's it. That's the only thing in this empty room that belongs to him.