Ever since, New York [h.s] AU

26 || SEX SYMBOL

"Harry, I really don't feel comfortable after what happened." I say for the 10th time today since we left his house. "I want to go home now."

"Kate," He says, looking up from his plate of pancakes. "Shut up." I roll my eyes and hide my face behind my hands. "Don't do that," he chuckles.

"I ruined your life." I groan.

"You did not ruin my life, I can assure you I'm fine."

"Money doesn't buy happiness, Harry."

"Maybe," He says. "But I'd much rather cry about it in my penthouse." He grins making me lean back, breathing out in exasperation. "You're killing my vibe, Kate. I'm telling you I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Killing your vibe? You've been living in America for way too long." I say, taking a bite out of my chicken. "It's just what you told me last night, about wanting to make it work with her? And then - I feel like such a bitch for ruining that for you."

"If you don't stop talking about it, I will make you walk back." He warns. "You did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong. She just came in at a time where it looked like we were being - close." He clears his throat. "She has the tendency to overreact, it isn't the first time this has happened."

At this, I raise my eyebrow in question. "This has happened before?"

He nods. "I had to fire the maid Kendall hired for my home. All because she found out she was a fan and she might try something." He takes a strawberry to his mouth and chews. "It was harsh to see and she even accused me of cheating."

"Why would you want to be with someone like that?" I question. Harry always told me since we were young, that he'd only fall in love if it was with someone who had a kind personality and valued other people's humanity, because; we are all equal and should be treated as such.

"I'm not," he shakes his head. "This isn't her at all. I guess it's mainly my fault."

"Your fault?" I cross my arms as I listen to him intensively. He looked up at me, playing with his fork before letting a nervous chuckle and sitting up straight.

"A while ago, when I used to go to parties all the time and get drunk, Kendall and I were dating and she saw some, messages." He clears his throat. "...to this girl, but my phone had been on airplane mode and the messages hadn't sent."

"You cheated on her?" I ask. The more he spoke, the more I realized this was a totally different Harry than I had known all my life.

He shakes his head vigorously. "Of course not, but I just said some things in those messages that I shouldn't have, nothing explicit of course. And I guess that has been engraved in her mind. Along with the fact that I'm considered a sex symbol and quite a lot of women want me, I guess the pressure of having to constantly be better than everyone else to be with me finally got the better of her."

I nod. "I could see where she blames you," I say. "But being insecure because of every other female that wants you is not your fault. Sure, I couldn't imagine being with someone like Brad Pitt and having to compare to Angelina and constantly be reminded that she's a millionaire goddess while me, I'm just this coffee serving waitress who tries to save up enough to pay her medical tuition." I say making Harry chuckle. "I could see from her perspective that it is hard being with you, but it isn't because you make it hard, she's just hard on herself for trying to constantly be better than everyone else."

Harry nods at this. "When did you get so wise?" He mocks making me shrug with a smug smile.

"So what did those messages say?" I say after a while making Harry roll his eyes.

"That is none of your concern." He says. "I don't even remember, and even if I did I couldn't tell you because I deleted them the next morning."

I narrow my eyes at him making a dimple pop out on his left cheek. "So are you going to make it up with her?" I ask.

"More than likely," he runs his ring covered fingers through his roots. "Although, if you see that I don't come out of my room after a while it's either because I'm dead or we had makeup sex."

I shiver in disgust. "Don't talk about your sex life to me!" I shove his arm making him laugh and ask for the cheque.