Lumière // h.s

[ t h i r t y - n i n e ]

Cait's POV.

After my nap I felt a lot better, I knew things would be awkward between Harry and I now until I spoke to him - great.

"How's your head?" Harry asked quietly as I joined him in the kitchen. He appeared to be staring out of the window, gripping the basin. He didn't turn to look at me.

I opened the fridge to get a yoghurt. "Fine. Thank you." I reply taking a spoon.

"I made lunch. I put your plate in the oven. If you're hungry."

"Okay. Thanks."

"We're meeting Gemma in an hour and a half, some place called Forge and Co in Shoreditch. She seems to love it. I've ordered us a car for ten to seven, I didn't want to drive."

"That'll be nice." I had finished my yoghurt now, I was just staring at the pot.

Harry finally turned to look at me. "What happened Cait?"

I shake my head. "Nothing, it was a headache."

"I won't accept that bullshit." He spat. I almost gasped, Harry never swears.

"I-"

"You woke up absolutely fine. You were fine before the shop then all of a sudden you get a headache? Tell me Cait, who did you see or what did you see?"

"Nothing-"

He groaned in frustration almost ripping his hair out. "Just fucking tell me!" He shouted.

I felt a tear slip down my face, I didn't like him shouting or swearing at me. I hated the fact he was mad at me, I never wanted him mad at me.

"You were with Leah."

His frown deepens, his frustration still there. "What? When? No I wasn't?"

I wipe my few tears feeling pathetic. "I.. ran into some fans."

He threw his hands in the air. "You're mad at me over what fans have said? You believe them?"

"They said Leah came to your show, and left with you. In your car."

He sighed not giving me an answer.

"Was she there Harry?" I ask my voice small, my hands trembling.

"She came to a Manchester show, yes. And then afterwards she came backstage with her friend and we had a few photos, I then offered to drop her back at her hotel so I did and then I drove back to mine. Nothing happened between us. I promise."

I nod wiping my cheek again. "You give your ex girlfriend a ride home and expect me to be okay with it?"

He looked guilty as sin, his face changing colour, my stomach flipping - and that's when I realised something.

Something so hurtful I don't think I'd ever forget the feeling.

"You never ended things with her, did you?" I whisper my tears ceasing.