"I mean, I don't know Y/N.... Harry could never. He loves you." I read out Liams text in my head. There's two weeks left until the wedding. Harry flew back to New York for his last fitting, well it's what he said.
"Hey baby.. just got out the fitting. I'm going back to the hotel to take a nap. I'll call you when I wake up. Love you hun." I shoot him an "okay" text before looking back at the mirror where I admire my white dress. I put my hand on my hips and let out a huff before straightening up.
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With the pressure of the wedding and my assumptions about Harry, I can't help but want to cry in the glamorous fitting room. I want to just fly out to New York and see if I'm right or wrong. Or maybe I can just fly to Australia and escape the life that was never meant for me.
This life... this is Harry's world, not mine. I'm not fit enough to handle the public eye and cameras. I was born to work in the kitchen and live on a farm... not living in a penthouse and only stepping out to do wedding things.
"Maggie, please get me out of this dress." I call for the designer as I try to calm my breath. I hadn't realized that I was panting like a dog that stopped running away from their owner.
When the dress gets off, I put my sweater and jeans back on following with my combat boots. I give Maggie instructions before I walk out the boutique. I walk fast towards the car before shutting the door, turning it on, and driving to the airport where the second jet should be on standby.
I was going to confront Harry whether I was ready or not.
————————— Being a celebrity, well being a girlfriend of one, came with perks, like owning a place in every big city. Harry put another penthouse under my name in New York as my 22nd birthday present.
So I here I stand, in front of the door.. the doors key ready to be turned in the key hole. But I'm not ready. What if my suspicions were right? What if I've just been lied to the past 4 years of my life.
I can't do this. I can't do this to myself.
I walk back to where I came from when I heard the only door on this floor start to rattle. I continue by jogging to the end of the hall where the stairwell is at knowing that the elevator would be no use. I hide around the corner just to hear a feminine laugh.
"Oh, Harry. Just tell her. I'm sure she'll be fine." I hear the familiar voice. The voice I've been knowing for 6 years continues to speak. "It's hard for me to keep secrets from her too, you know?"
I let my right eye peak around the corner just to see my best friend and fiancée peck each others cheek before she walks towards the elevator and disappears into it. Harry remains leaning against the wall while daydreaming.
"We'll be leaving back to California tomorrow. Please be there on time." He says before the doors of the elevator and penthouse shut.
I let out a shaky breath and slide down the cold metal door.
"Why me?" I groan banging my head too hard on the door accidentally.
"Hello? Who's there?" I hear Harry's voice by the door. "Shit." I whisper scrambling to get up as I try to open the door.
Why is it locked?!
"Y/n?"
SHIT SHIT SHIT
Calmly, I turn around. I'm faced with concerned eyes. I'm sure my eyes seem upset, my face flushed, and my expression drained. "Yes?" I ask stepping away from the door.
"What are you doing here baby?" He whispers reaching his hands out to hold my face. I allow it and lean into his touch.
I've missed it so much.
"I'm not going to lie. I thought you were cheating on me because of how much you would travel. You would be away for so long and when you came back, sometimes you would just be out and about with your friends and not come home to me. I would feel like I'm in the dark and it didn't bother me until the media noticed and things would start flying to my head. So I flew here after your last text, feeling .... just.. angry! I saw Kacey walk out here and I saw your little interaction! Now I want to find her after I slam your face into this door!" I finish strongly, moving his soft hands from my tear streaked face.
I didn't even notice I was crying until I let out a gasp for air and his eyes lost color.
"Baby, I swear it's not like that. Please don't say those things." He says as his features go soft. I push him away from me softly before heading to the door of the penthouse. I push it open into the living room to see music sheets scattered over out coffee table. His guitar was on a guitar stand but everything else was in perfect place.
"Harry, just please tell me the truth. I've been going crazy and I don't know what to think anymore. I've tried to make it reasonable but it never adds up. Please." I plead as I turn to hug him. Harry doesn't say anything but hug me back and let me cry in his arms.
