Versace

Chapter 37

Kally's P.O.V
"W-What?" I stutter. "I said, it's Larry, isn't it?" He repeats. "What if it is?" I ask. "Don't play with me Kally." He scolds. "I'm sorry.." I whisper. "It's fine, but if it's Larry, then you need to tell me." He says, with his arms crossed. "It is..." I sigh.
~The next day~
Harry and I never really talked to each other today. Last night, we talked, and it was the same old stuff. I kind of felt like he was lying to me. I asked him if he was, but then he started to yell at me, saying that he wasn't lying. I said I believed him, but that's only because I was afraid of him when he yelled at me like that. Harry had left, and I don't know where he went, but he said he'd see me later. He acted like as if he was very upset with me. But why? He told me to give him the truth, and I did. Maybe because Harry can't take the truth. Yeah, maybe that was it. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when the door opens then closes again. I slowly get out of bed, and go into the hallway. It's Harry. "Hey." He says, glancing up at me. "Hi." I sigh. "What's wrong?" He says. "Nothing." I shake my head, and go back into the bedroom. I hear him walk upstairs, and I sit on the bed. "How was your walk?" I ask. "It was good." He nods. "Sit by me." I pat the spot next to me. He walks over to me, and gets into the bed with me, after he takes his shoes off. "So..?" He says. "I don't know." I shrug. He sighs, and he is about to get up from the bed, but I stop him. I scoot over a little, and kiss him. I want to kiss him, just to see if he kisses me back. If he's not mad, then he'll continue to kiss me. If he is, then he'll pull away automatically. And he continues to kiss me. He deepens the kiss, and places his hand on my thigh, and squeezes it. I pull away, and say, "So, you're not mad at me? He frowns. "Why would I be mad at you?" He asks. "I don't know. You yelled at me last night, and you were very, very upset, and I just assumed that you were mad at me." I say with a shrug. "Oh, well I'm not." He says. "So, you love me?" I smile. "I do. I love you so much, Kitten." He smiles. "I love you, too." I smile. And we kiss again.
Harry's P.O.V
~Later on that day~
Kally was at the university while I lied completely naked on the bed. Kally and I made love before she left. And I have to say, it was perfect. It was never really sex between us. We always made love, and it was beautiful. I decided to put on my hoodie, and sweatpants back on, and I watched tv while I pet Kitty.
Kally's P.O.V
Classes were a little awkward for me considering that there's a hickey on my neck. People kept giving me weird looks, and others just smirked at me. "Looks like things are more than okay with you and Harry." Amber says, smirking at me, I chuckle. "Uh yeah, I suppose you can say that." I start to blush. Amber giggles, and we walk to cheerleading practice together.
We were an hour into practice. Mrs. Stevens had changed practice times. On Mondays, it was 6:15 PM to 7:30 PM, and it was like on Tuesdays and Fridays as well. On Wednesdays and Thursdays, it was 6:15 PM to 8:00 PM. Today was the long practice. On the long practices, all we did was exercise, which I didn't like. Luckily, we won't do exercises today. All we did was get our outfits, and a very cool jumpsuit. The girls and I kept walking past the boys that were doing basketball, and they all of course stared which we liked. But Harry will always be the one for me.
Practice was over, and the girls and I were in the locker room getting dressed in our clothes. All the girls were out which left Angie and I in there. I was just about to walk out when Angie stopped me. "Kally wait, I need to tell you something." She says. "Yeah?" I turn around. "Listen. I know I might act like I like you, but I don't." She says. "Excuse me?" I say. "I'm sorry, but you're a whore, ugly, fat, worthless, all of the above, and I'm way better than you. I have a boyfriend who loves me, and doesn't cheat on me. I don't slit my wrist just for attention, and you know what? This whole squad will fall under your little spell. They might think you're innocent, but you're not. You're going to go to hell, and you're going to drag all of them with you." She says. Was this really happening? I thought we were friends. I thought wrong, obviously. "I don't cut for attention. I do it because I like it, and it makes me feel better." I say. "Well then you're obviously crazy. I mean seriously. Who likes stuff like that? Oh yeah, crazy immature little whores who do it for attention because they're tired of being ignored. Oh! Look everyone! I cut myself only because I like it, and it makes me feel better! I mean seriously, that's stupid. And if that doesn't scream attention whore then I don't know what does." She shrugs. "I'm not an attention whore!" I say. "Oh you're not now?" She frowns. "I'm not..." I whisper. "Okay. Keep telling yourself that. Whore." She smirks, and walks out. The tears that I have been holding in the whole time finally come out. I choke on my sobs, and cry harder and harder by the minute. I don't know a lot of things, but I know for a fact that I'm not an attention whore. I finally calm myself down, and walk out of the locker room. Acting like nothing happened.
Harry's P.O.V
Kally gets in my car, and I smile. "Hey Kitten! Did they give you that jumpsuit?" I ask with excitement. "Yeah." She says. "Oh. That's really cool, I like it." I say with a smile, and looking at the outfit. "Me too." She says. "I think you look really good in that hoodie." She says. "Thank you for the eleventh time today!" I chuckle. "I can't help it. You look extremely sexy in it." She says. "Why thank you." I smirk, she giggles. "People kept giving me weird looks today." She says. "Why?" I ask. "Because they saw my hickey." She says, I giggle, and smirk to myself. "What? You think this is funny? I don't want them knowing what I do when I'm not in class." She says. "Well, at least they know now, right?" I chuckle. She slaps my arm, and says, "That's not funny." I chuckle more. "Yes it is!" I giggle. "No it's not!" She laughs. "Yes it is." I mumble, she giggles, and doesn't say anything else. We get home, and we get out of the car, and enter the house.
Kally's P.O.V
I tried my very best to make it seem like I was happy, and so far it was going great. I go upstairs, and into the bedroom. I put on one of Harry's sweaters, and sit on the bed. I get a text. Angie.
"Hey whore!"
"I'm not a whore! Leave me alone!"
"Yes you are! How is your bi husband?"
"He's fine. Like you care about him anyway."
"I do, he's very attractive. I wouldn't mind to have my virginity taken from him."
"He's mine! Besides, you have a boyfriend who probably already took your virginity away!"
"Actually no. He says he wants to wait until the time is it right because he cares me about. I can't wait any longer! I think I'm just gonna have to get a piece of Harry."
"He's mine..."
"And? You don't deserve him. Harry deserves someone who doesn't cut like an emo. Nobody loves a girl with scars I mean seriously, not one single person on this earth. It's not cute."
"I'm not emo and I'm not doing this for attention! And Harry loves me very much!"
"Sure. Whatever whore."
"I'm not a whore either. That's all you ever call me now. Is that all you got?"
"Well, I don't want to go too far. I saw your mascara running, and your face all red. And ugly. As usual."
"You don't care about me... So why do you care?"
"You're right! I don't! So uh, let's go shall we? Whore, slut, ugly, fat, attention whore, worthless, a worthless whore, a nobody, a loser, psychotic, pathetic, stupid, and once again all of the above. You're so many things that if I looked up these words on google, your picture will immediately pop up!"
"You're so immature!"
"Really? Is that all you got?"
"Real girls don't fight."
"Yeah, real girls don't cut either but I guess we're not going to talk about that one."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Oh! Is the little worthless whore afraid of defeat? I think so!"
"No! You're just really making me mad!"
"Are you crying?"
"Yes..."
"Good. Mission accomplished! Well, in that case. I'll leave you alone! Bye whore!"
I cry harder and harder. Why was this happening to me? I soon hear footsteps. It's Harry. I have to stop crying. I have to. But I can't. It hurts too much to cover up. "Baby! What's wrong?" Harry says, rushing to me, and sitting down on the bed. Instead of explaining what's wrong, I hand him my phone, and show him the text messages. He gets more angry by the second, his jaw clenching more and more. I cry more, and then he says, "Did you tell Mrs. Stevens?" I sniff. "No, but I'm going to." I say. "Are you sure? Do you want me to do it?" He asks. "N-No please don't do that." I say. "Okay.." He sighs. I cry a little more, and he hugs me very tightly. I cry into his chest. "Ssh, you're none of those things. She's just jealous." He says. "Of what? I'm nothing. I'm just a worthless nobody." I cry. "No you're not, baby! You're far from those things!" He says. "No, I think she's right. I mean seriously Harry, how could you love someone like me?" I sniff. "It's pretty easy.." He says. "No it's not! Nobody loves a girl with scars, and you know it! That's why you cheated on me so many times! You hate me! You hate the fact that you have to deal with someone like me for the rest of your life! I'm nothing to you! Nothing!" I shout. I cry harder from saying that because somehow, I believe it. Because, who would love a girl with scars? It's sort of impossible. Nobody would, and nobody will. "Baby.." He coos. "No Harry, it's true, and you know it." I sniff. "No, it's not true. I love you so much Kitten, and-" I cut him off. "I don't want to hear it." I say. I get up, and walk out of the bedroom. Leaving a confused Harry behind...