It Has To Be You

Hating Myself

I hurried back to my room and checked my phone for any recent texts. They were mostly from my sister, brothers, and parents. Nothing new that concerned me. 

 I shoved my phone into my pocket and sat on the edge of my bed. Harry suddenly came through the door. "Cammie? What's wrong?" he asked as he sat down next to me. "I'm fine." I responded.

"We're all going out for some food. Let's go." he said. I shook my head. I needed to be alone. "That's okay. I'm not hungry." I said. He turned away. "Cammie what's going on with you? This whole weekend you've just been so distant. I don't know how to react to any of it." 

I blinked back tears. "Just a little bit emotional lately. Nothing serious. Honestly, I'm fine." I said. He looked back at me. "That's not enough to convince me that you're fine." he said.

I knew fighting wasn't the answer. Was breaking up? NO. I would NOT break up with him! He was my life. My boyfriend. But he still could never know about Niall. "Harry," I began, "can you please just respect that I need some time? I have a lot of things on my mind. Althought I'd love to come and eat with you guys." 

He shook his head. "Then I'll stay here. I don't need to eat right now. You're more important to me." 

I wiped my eyes. I had to go to convince him I was fine. Even if I truely wasn't. "Okay. I'll go." I said finally. He hugged me. "Good. I'm now slightly convinced you're better." he said, smiling.

I grabbed my purse and we hopped in Harry's car. Harry tried to make small talk with me and I tried to keep a conversation going with him and Emma, but there were so many other things on my mind. I just couldn't take the pressure anymore. So I took another Advil just to make my headache go away.

And it did. For a little while...