The Way Things Work

Chapter Sixteen

You looked down to guard the tears in your eyes; you were silently breaking. How could you love him? You barely knew him. How could he hurt you so badly with the truth? You were acting. 

"Hey." You looked up at Harry who gently shook the arm that grasped his hand. You hummed at him as he looked endearingly into your eyes and your heart melted, again. "Are you okay?" He seemed to be sincere.

"Uh, yeah." You looked away as your eyes were glazing with tears.

"C'mere." He pulled you in for another tight hug; if only he knew what he was doing to you. His arms rubbed your back soothingly as you sighed into his strong, bold chest. "Let's get home." He smile and threw you into his own arms, bridal style. He flashed a winning smile toward the crowd as he he carried you out to his car. "Are you okay with riding with me?" He gestured to his sleek Range Rover.

"Sound good." You smiled weakly as he opened the door for you. He got in and pulled out of the parking lot.

"So what's up?" 

"Nothing ne-"

"Not what I meant." He broke his concentration from the road to look at you. He slowed to a stop at a traffic light and he fully turned to you and placed his hand on your knee, sparks flew.

"W-What did you m-mean?" Your heart fluttered.

"Why did you start to cry in the airport?"

"I-I was just overwhelmed."

You knew he didn't believe it but you were saved by an impatient driver behind you pressing on his horn. "Whoops." He smiled and stepped on the gas. you moved your hand to adjust your vent and brushed his arm. "Sorry." He pulled his hand off of your leg and blushed as he refocused on the road. You mentally slapped yourself as the heat rose to your cheeks. "Hey do you mind if I ask you something?"

"No." You smiled as your stomach seemed to release a million butterflies.

"Do you mind If I-we stop on the way back?" Your stomach sunk back down, as did you.

"Sure, no problem. Where?"

"Just a drug store? I want to pick up a few drinks for my-our new him. Sorry about that. It isn't mine it's ours. So how did you sleep there?"

"Actually? I didn't."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm afr-no you'l laugh at me." 

He pulled into a nearby drug store and undid his seat belt. "I promise I won't laugh."

"Really?"

"I swear."

"Okay." You sighed. "Well I am supposed to take a pill every night and sometimes they make me sick and I don't like being alone when that happens. There is also one other thing that happens." You paused on the verge of tears. 

"You can trust me." He took both of your hands.

"I get these like really bad nightmares. They are sometimes of the nights that I would get beaten or the night my parents were killed. I hate waking up alone and scared."

"I'm sorry, but you won't be waking up alone for the net two years. I'll be there for you, I promise."

"R-Really?"

"Yeah." You both got out and he took your hand as you both smiled for a few fans. Throughout the entire store, he never once released your grip. "I'll go get us those drinks." He kissed your ear as he whispered, leaving you and the spying fans in a tizzy. 

"C-Can we get a-a picture?" One of the fans came over with a friend.

"R-Really? Why?" You let out a small laugh.

"Because you are like my idol! You've gone through so much and you are so beautiful!"

"N-Not really."

"Are you kidding?! You are gorgeous!" A small smile escaped your lips as you took the photo. The thanked you and walked away. You turned and glimpsed the racks of magazines. As if on cue you saw the 'photo shopped' image of Harry kissing a girl next to a picture of you two kissing. It was title "HARRY TORN?", real creative. He walked up from behind your and nuzzled his chin into your neck, for the fans? "I got the beer and wine for my lady."

"Thanks."

"What's the-oh." He looked up and saw the photo whilst removing his head from your neck. He slipped his arm around your waist, "You know it's fake, right?"

"Yeah." You sighed.

"I can't believe they do this for fun. Can you hold these?" He handed you the drinks as you nodded and picked up the magazine. "You have got to be joking." He growled. "They said that this was Angle! It was not! I only had her shirt off and was-" He stopped when he realized he had said too much. 

"I thought you said it was fake." You went to catch your falling tears, but it was too late.

"I-I know, I was just h-having a rough day and-"

"A rough day!" You whispered. "I felt nothing but guilt when Tony kissed me-"

"You kissed him! You little slut!"

"You know what? Let's just go." You walked up to the counter as Harry paid and walked out, teary, ahead of him.

The entire ride home was silent as you walked into El and Louis' flat. 

"WELCOME HOME!" They shouted as you walked straight to the kitchen.

"Not again Harry-"

"WHAT! SHE FOUND OUT THAT I DIDN'T LIE ABOUT THE KISS, I FOUND OUT THAT THE LITTLE SLUT KISSED TONY AND THERE IS MORE GOSSIP ABOUT ME AND ANGEL! HOW COULD THIS GET WORSE?!"

"I'll go talk to her." Sarah removed her self from Liam's arms and walked in to you.

"I'm going upstairs."

"Maybe I should come-"

"God damn it Sarah! just have fun! I need some time alone!" You stormed out and ram up the single flight of stairs and threw your self through the door.

"This seems a little too familiar." You smirked as you took out a small precise kitchen knife. "You really are a worthless slut that will never be good enough." And with that you gouged the knife back into your wrist.