Chapter Fourteen: Confirmed

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Chapter Fourteen: Confirmed

        I sit in my last class with my eyes  focused on the clock. I watch as the hands move slowly as each minute sluggishly pass. By this point the voice of my teach has become a hum in the back of my mind and the lesson that he teaches goes through one ear and out the other.  "Okay, there is a minute or so left in class, you may go." I silently praise my social studies teacher and run out of the room. As I walk down the side of the school, my phone begins to vibrate in my hands. I look down to see the reminder on my calendar going off. MSG is displayed across my phone screen with Niall's picture. I cancel the reminder and hide my phone. I walk with my head down as I pass people sharing the side walk beside me. The whispers have stopped and people stop talking about the rumors that get spread through the media but there are a few who watch me as I walk. I lift my head when I get closer to my black Range Rover. I sprint the last few feet to my vehicle then jump into the driver side. In the comforts of my car I rest my head on the steering wheel and for a moment I allow myself to think about the things I have to face. With each passing day Madison Square Garden gets closer and closer. And as it gets closer I feel myself starting to panic. I feel myself start to panic at the thought of being in the same place as him, being forced to stand awkwardly with the people I have no desire to see again. I have't spoken to him once sine we have broken up. All the calls that he made were left unanswered and all the voicemails were deleted. The last time I really did speak to him we were yelling at each other at the top of our lungs. We yelled over one another, our voices echoed off the wall.  I can still hear the yells as I think about it.
"It was nothing Halleiana!" He calls me by my full name,something he rarely did. 

"You were out with another girl Harry! How is that nothing Harry, huh? If I went to dinner with guy friend you would be mad as hell. So it is okay for you to do that yet I cannot be mad at you?" He doesn't know he butt dialed me and that I heard everything. From the flirty comments he was whispering to Taylor and to the girls who I though were my friends stab me in the back.

"Baby it was nothing." I grit my teeth together to keep from screaming. How can he sit there and lie to me? Do I not deserve better? What have I done for him to do this to me?

"You're lying! I heard everything Harold. You were with Taylor and you told me all this time that I had nothing, nothing, to worry about. I trusted you! For all these years I have stood by your side. I changed my life so I could be with you. I've traveled all around this world to be with you because I love you and this is what you do!" I screamed so loud that I felt a raw, piercing pain in my throat. 

"I love you baby. I am so sorry. I was dumb.. and you're the one I love. I need you. Please, I am so sorry." Tears fall down my face as I shake my head with each lie that comes out his mouth. He wouldn't of told me if I never brought it up. He would of kept playing behind my back. He is only sorry because he got caught not because he loves me. 
"Well obviously you don't love me or need me that much because you cheated. You lied to me." I feel my breathing stop and a wrenching pain in my gut. I can feel it my chest, the words I have never wanted to him. The pain that will come after I say these words will feel like some form of death, they will hurt me more than him. It feels as though someone has a hand on my heart and they're squeezing it tighter and tighter. " I gave you my heart and you promised you wouldn't hurt me. I gave you my life and you said you would take care of me but all this time you have been lying. You did the one thing you said you wouldn't. I can't trust you anymore. I can't be with you Harry."

Tapping on my window causes me to jump in my seat and breaks me out of my memory induced haze. Lilly stands outside the door, waiting for me to unlock it. She points at the lock then points her finger up.

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