Love & Forbidden secrets.

Chapter Thirty.

My blood boils the minute I hear her voice.

My heart sinks the way Harry can't even look at me. I realise right here, right now, that Harry see's me as an dirty little secret. I glare at him, watching his cowardly eyes stick to his fidling hands on his lap. His beautiful body nervously fidgeting at the tension. As angry and rejected as I feel, I can't help but melt at the way his full pink lips look as if they are fighting not to tremble. If only I could see his eyes, to really see what he is thinking.

I mentally prepare myself not to jump on Naomi and strangle her as I slowly get off the coach, trying to detach myself from the bittersweet ticking time bomb sitting on there.

I turn around, not suprised in the least to see the anorexic looking, blonde barbie standing there with the fakest smile on her face she could possible form.

"Don't I get a hug?" She says softly, obviously suspicious of why I'm not saying a word to her and just standing there glaring back and forth between her and her... Boyfriend. Her, boyfriend. The words sound odd.

I silently contemplate my options. I could be a bitch and land both Harry and I in it, tell her how we done the deed and spent all weekend with each other; seeing how she is using him and probably wouldn't care as she has cheated on him with that other guy, she'd probably only kick me out. Wait... She cheated on him. I could go about this all differently...

"Oh sorry, today's been stressful so my head's in the clouds," I lie. "Come here." I mirror her expression by plastering the fakest smile on my face whilst opening my arms.

We both pretend we actually like eachother and detach from the embrace.

"How's your father?" I immediately remember that her father was involved in an accident and feel a crack of guilt.

"Huh?" Naomi scrunches her eyebrows together in confusion.

What?

"You're father? You said there was an emergency?" I eleborate, full of suspicion.

Her eyes quickly widen. Her face flashing with suprisement.

"Oh! Yeah! Right, yeah my father.. Yeah he's better now thanks" She says whilst her eyes land on everything except me.

Something's not right...

"So what happened to him?" I interogate further.

We're still standing face to face, curly boy still sitting on the sofa, eyes on the floor whilst he pretends he's in his own bubble.

"Oh, you know what, I rather just forget about it. Too much of long story... Why don't we go get some dinner or something? I feel like there's tension between all of us or something..." Her bright pink lips pinches together, her eyes full of something I can't quite put my finger on... As if she's playing a game that I can't quite figure out.

I laugh at her suggestion, like I want to spend my night having dinner with the two of them.

"What?" Naomi says to me whilst walking over to the sofa, joining him.

"I don't think that's a good idea" The raspy voice pipes up, answering for me.

"Why, Harry?.." Naomi grabs his hand and I literally feel my blood begin to boil. He doesn't do anything, doesn't hold her back, he just sits still. As if he's holding a spider.

He doesn't say anything, neither do I. I just stand and stare.

"Guys... Why are you acting so weird? Has something happened?" Naomi begins to become suspicious.

"No!" Harry and I both jump to reply at the same time.

My head snaps to his eyes, and so does his. Suddenly, his expression hits me and I feel like I have just been kicked in the stomach. His dark, green eyes look watery and as if they are full of guilt. His eyelashes low as if they are trying to hid his shame. His lips almost trembling, nostrils flarring. Our eyes locked on to eachothers.

Suddenly, his head snaps away. As if he has just popped our bubble that only consists of the two of us, locked away from the world.

"Right! If you don't want to go for dinner, let's go have a few drinks!" Naomi jumps up from the sofa and walks back over to me. "Come on Nat, I've had a stressfull weekend and.. You know we didn't leave on good terms so I'd like to spend some time with my bestfriend, and my boyfriend!" Naomi grins. I feel like a piece of glass that has just been shattered. Each time she refers to Harry as hers, realisation smacks me like a fool.

Naomi smacks her skinny, boney hands together and pretends like she's begging me. I almost laugh at the irony.

I take a minute to think about my options. Naomi's going to eventually win, so when Harry and her go out, I'll be stuck in my bedroom all night, crying and feeling sorry for myself. Or, I could go with them and figure out what Harry's intentions are going to be with Naomi...

"Fine" I sigh.

"Yess! Right, we'll leave at eight" Naomi informs me. That gives me an hour.

She turns to Harry.

"You're coming too, Mister!" She playfully pushes his shoulder. He doesn't look at Naimo, but instead at me. This time, the eye contact is cold. Freezing even.

"Oh yes. I'm deffinately coming." He says coldly, me not giving him a chance to say anything else as I quickly turn on my heel and storm off down the hallway and in to my room to get ready.