The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Georgie

I unlock the door to my house and slip in silently. It was quite. Was Louis even home? Or is he with her? It makes me feel sick to even think about it. Does he feel no guilt? I love him but I don't think he loves me.

I throw my purse down onto the couch along with myself. I let out a sigh eyes locked on the ceiling. I came back because I wanna talk to him. I want this to work out. I'm mad but I love him and don't want this to end like this. It feels like I sit like this for hours, waiting impatiently for Louis's return.

I hear the door click and footsteps. My body jerks up and my eyes connect with his. He looks shocked. "Where have you been?" He ask, making his way towards me.

I tilt my head and can't help the frown that appears on my face. "Where have I been?" I mumble. "Hmm...well I slept on a bench."

Louis gives me an odd look. He seems genuinely confused. I'm surprised he still thinks I don't know. "Why would you do that?" He questions. I watch him kick off his adidias sneakers and sit next to me on the couch.

"Because you're a cheating liar," I whisper. I almost thought he didn't hear me or I hoped maybe I was wrong and he hadn't been unfaithful to me, but my suspicion is confirmed when his eyes widen.

"I-I.." He stumbled on his words. He runs his hands through his hair. He can't even look me in the eye.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" I ask in disbelief. He continues to avoid my eyes in silence. "Am I not enough?" At this point tears are welling and I know If I speak my voice will break. I don't want him to see me like this. So broken, so sad. He doesn't even seem fazed. There's no regret in his face, no remorse.

"I didn't want you to find out like this. I'm sorry," He reaches for my hand but I pull away. If he touches me I'll just get more upset.

"Sorry that you cheated...or sorry that you got caught?" I retort.

He seems uneasy. He twist the ring on his finger, engraved with three simple words with so much value. I love you. I remember when I gave him that ring. Three Christmas's ago. When everything was better. No fighting, no secrets. I can feel anger rise in me and all I wanna do is rip that ring off his finger.

"I'm sorry," He apologizes once again. But it means nothing to me. His words seem so empty. They hold no meaning.

"I-I wanted to work this out so bad," I cry. "But you obviously don't care enough to do that."

"I do care, Georgie. I do," He insist. But somehow I still don't believe it.

"Then prove it. Call her and tell her you never wanna see her again," I plead, Hot sticky tears stream down my face and I try to wipe them away but new ones take their place.

He rolls his bottom lip into his mouth. "I can't."

I abruptly stand up. "Why? Why can't you?!?! Huh?!?" I shout. "I love you and you don't even care!" He stands up and attempts to get closer to me but I shove him away. Hell no.

"Whats her name?!?!" I shout. He doesn't respond. "Who is she?!"

"Katie..." He whispers. "Katie Pierce."I almost choke on my own spit. Is it who I think it is? "Shawn's mom?!?!" I yell. "She's twice your age!"

"I-"

"I don't want to hear it," I say calmly. "Get out."

He stares at me, shocked. "I can't believe this!" He shouts.

I shove him closer to the door. "Well you best believe it because its happening, bud," I spit.

He's stood outside the door barefoot. "Geo, please," My heart clenches and all I want to do is pull him back inside and forgive him for everything he's done, but I know that's not what I need to do. I close the door on him and turn the lock. Is it over? Are me and Louis officially done? Is he gonna go crawling to Katie? I turn my back away and from the door and can't help it when my legs give out. More tears fall as I comprehend all that just happened.

Harry

      Niall had come to me the day I went to give Georgie my letter of thanks. He told me that I had an appointment with doctor about my surgery. We had a planned surgery that could possibly restore my vision. Not completely but enough to where I could make out some things. He was acting strange so I don't have a good feeling about this appointment. "Can't you just tell me whats going on?" I question. I can hear the boys shift around, seeming uncomfortable.

      "It's better if you hear it from the doctor," Liam advises. I sigh and lean further back in the leather chair I'm sat in. I have a feeling the surgery is never gonna take place. Maybe with this thought I can prepare myself.

      A rush of air brushes over my face and the sound of the door being closed fills my ears. "Hello, Harry," My Doctor greets. "How are you today?"

      "I'm fine," I mumble. I can hear the flipping of paper and the scribble of a pen. It's silent for almost five minutes before Doctor Pullman lets out a drawn out sigh. I can feel his presence closer to me and it almost makes me nervous.

      "Bad news, huh?" I laugh. Silence fills the room again. "Just give it to me straight, Doc. I can handle it."

      "You lack vision all together and were diagnosed when you were two...." He drifts off.

      "Stop telling me facts about myself and tell me the problem," I snap.

      Doctor Pullman coughs. "Your retina slowly degenerated in the womb making it impossible to perform a surgery to gain your sight back," He informs. (I don't know much about different kinds of blindness and treatments. I'm quite ignorant to the subject, but I do know that retinal degeneration cannot be cured.)

I expected this and tried to prepare myself but still can't but help feeling empty. I feel like I was built up the slowly torn back down and now you can't fix the pieces. Why did I have to be born this way? I've struggled all my life. And I thought maybe this surgery could be the end of it. Stupid me.

"Harry, are you okay?" Liam ask, concerned.

I nod my head. "Yeah...just take me home."

I want to see her. I need to see her, but now doesn't seem right. I wont drop my burdens on her. I've done that enough already.