Secret

Chapter 14

Songs for this chapter:
Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys
Wonderwall - Oasis
Bulls In the Bronx - PTV
Where Do Broken Hearts Go? - One Direction
Best Mistake - Ariana Grande
[Bella pov]
Chapter 14
I opened the door to the frozen yogurt shop to see Harry sitting at a table by himself, already staring at me when I walked in. "Hey." I greeted quietly as he quickly walked up to me. "You came." he sighed happily. "Yeah." I shrugged.
"Bella, look, I am so sorry. I don't want to move at all, okay. It's not my fault. I'm sorry for what I said...but I don't take it back." he said and I started to feel a little lightheaded. "Okay, if that's all you had to tell me, have a nice life." I turned on my heels and reached for the door, but Harry grabbed my shoulder and turned me back around.
"Wait, I want to hang out with you like we used to. Do you want to know something? You're my best friend. Nothing's ever going to change that." he said, determined.
I think I just got friend zoned...?
"Ok." I said in a monotone voice.
"Bella, please don't be mad at me. Let's sit down, c'mon." Harry pleaded.
"I'm not really feeling it, I'm just going home, okay?" I informed him.
"Please don't go." He begged me.
"Don't know when I'll see you again, or if I ever will, but bye." I said, walking outside, everything sort of hurting. Like a hurricane swept through my mind. Like a hurricane swept through my whole body.
"Bella." Harry followed, picking me up in a hug. Butterflies flew around in my stomach as I slowly wrapped my arms around the back of his head and his neck, resting my chin on top of his head. No matter how mad I am at him I always fucking cave in.
"I miss you." he sighed into my chest, putting me down.
"You haven't left yet." I stated.
"That's the thing, I haven't even left yet and I miss you. It's like I'm already gone-you're already gone."
"I'm gone?" I questioned.
"Yes. You've been so closed off, so...to yourself." he explained and I broke away from his embrace. "Do you know why?" I asked. He gave me a questionable look. "You're hopeless." I sighed,
"I'm 'closed off' because of what you said, obviously. It doesn't matter anymore though, I'm done talking about it. And thinking about it. I'm done thinking about you. I'm done."
"Please," Harry whined while I walked over to my car and got in before he could say anything else.
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I sat down at the kitchen table, watching my mom scribble down a recipe from a cooking website.
"Whatcha up to, Mom?" I asked politely.
"Nothing, I'm just trying to get a good recipe for chicken pot pie." she told me.
"Remember when you made pot pie last year before Christmas break? That was really good. You should make it like that." I thought outloud.
"I think I remember that. Wasn't Harry over?" she wondered. I bit my lip slightly.
"Think so."
"I haven't seen Harry in a while, how is he?" she said.
"He moved like four months ago. I don't know."
"You don't talk to him anymore?" she asked. "Well, he's texted me a few times but I ignored him. I was mad at him and it's too late to reply now." I said and rolled my eyes.
"Look, even if he doesn't like you like that, you guys are still friends and I don't think you should ignore him like that. It's not too late." my mother stated.
Does my mom think she is Dr. Phil? I can't fucking text him. Every time I think of him, it makes me slightly sick. How can I have a conversation with him without thinking of his name that might burn a hole in my heart? It's been four months. It may as well have been a year. He hasn't texted me since three months ago, which is probably when he gave up. What if he got his number changed or a girlfriend? I wouldn't know. He's not mine anymore- he never really was.

"You miss him." my mom stated, breaking my thoughts. I shrugged, then nodded, feeling the nausea. "Yes."
"Then text him." she instructed me.
I paused for what seemed like five minutes but was really only thirty seconds. "I guess.."
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I grabbed my phone and hesitated like 20 times to send a simple, "Hey I'm sorry I was sorta a bitch, I miss you" text. Eventually I sent just "Hey, sorry I was a bitch," and surprisingly got a reply about two hours later.

[It's all good. How are you babygirl?]

I read the text, trying not to vomit at the word 'babygirl.'

[I miss you.] I sent.

And never since then had Harry's name ever lit my phone screen up with his reply.