You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 12

"But there is a light In the dark. And I feel its warmth In my hands, In my heart. Why can't I hold on? It comes and goes in waves. It always does." - Waves Dean Lewis

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What?! Three chapters in one day? Must be Christmas right? right. LOL XD Enjoy guys!

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*Alaska's POV*

"Paige?" Harry asked, surprise etched on his face. She climbed off of him, standing there with the biggest smile on her face. I felt nauseous.

She was beautiful. To say the least. She was thin and tall, almost as tall as Harry. A lot taller then me. She had silky blonde hair that reached her shoulders. Her face itself was beautiful, I could tell she wasn't even wearing make up and she looked stunning.

"I knew you came back today and I wanted to surprise you!" She said happily. She then noticed me awkwardly standing to the side. She stretched her hand out to me. "Hi! I'm Paige! Nice to meet you." She said in a friendly tone.

I gave her a tight smile. "Alaska." I said, hesitantly shaking her hand. "How do you know Harry?" She asked glancing between the two of us. "Paige, we need to talk." Harry said before I could say anything.

Paige frowned and looked into Harry's eyes. "What about babe?" She asked, oblivious to the change that's happening. Harry pushed past her and the two of us following him. I didn't really know what was going on or where I was supposed to go, so I just stood there by the door watching them.

"Please excuse us, Alaska." Harry said, leading Paige into a room next to the kitchen. They closed the door behind them, leaving me to awkwardly stare around.

I took this as an opportunity to snoop around and get to know the place. The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. The kitchen was open plan and huge, perfectly stocked up for someone who loves cooking. I'm guessing Harry does.

The living room was spacious and grand, filled with pure white furniture and a big plasma TV. I decided to sit around here and wait for them to finish whatever they were talking about. They were taking a long time though. And I felt slightly bad for being the reason he has to break up with her. But in my defence: I wasn't too fond of how it happened either.

About half an hour later the door flew open and Paige ran out, crying. Her hair was messy and her body was shaking. I frowned. Guess it didn't go so well. She rushed out of the house and slammed the door behind her.

Harry walked out moments later, looking just as unorganised as she had.

"Guess you forgot to mention me to your girlfriend huh?" I joked, crossing one leg over the other. He snickered. "Ex girlfriend." He corrected. I felt selfish about it, but I was slightly relieved to hear that.

"Come on. I'll show you your room." He said.

I was thankful to know that I'd be having my own room and not have to worry about privacy or if Harry was sleeping on a floor somewhere.

He walked me up the stairs and stopped by the first door next to the staircase. "Here you go." He said simply, opening the door. I stepped in and looked around the room.

It was big. bigger then my old room back home, but it was still cosy and open for decoration. It was very impersonal, white walls and white bedding. I didn't know what to expect really. This was a man's house after all.

"Thanks." I said softly, placing my bag on the big bed in the middle of the room. "You're welcome. I'll be sure to help you stock up on more stuff as time goes on." He said, pointing to the small bag I had brought with me. I nodded.