It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 21: Liar.

A/N: OKAY FAIR WARNING!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVE READ MY STORIES BEFORE I KNOW YOU'VE READ MY SMUT BUT THIS IS NEXT LEVEL SO PLEASE.... JUST... AHHHH

SO HERE'S YOUR WARNING SEXY TIME IS AHEAD.

Okay that is all, enjoy your reading.

MARIGOLD'S POV:

    I wake up with a throbbing headache, and notice a pill bottle, and water sitting on my bedside table right next to my phone. I pick up my phone and see the time, knowing I need to get up, and get ready. I get in the shower, and wash last night away from me. I don't know what the hell happened after the party. Krys told me we had to leave because she had early class, I said okay, she drug me on the subway from what I remember, and then I woke up. Hunter has called, and texted, but he will be ignored. I walk out of my bedroom, and see Harry walking out of the kitchen.

    "Good morning." I chirp, and he gives me a look.

    "Morning." His words are cut short, and he turns back towards the door. "I'll be back later." He mumbles, and walks out the door without another word leaving me more confused than ever. I shake it off, and go to class, my mind hardly able to focus on anything but the fact that Harry is mad at me for some reason. Hunter isn't mad at me, he wants to fix things but I can't. I need to break it completely off with him because he's childish. He's never going to be okay with Harry and I being so close... not after he kissed me.

But Hunter doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve to be hurt... He never deserved that. Maybe I could lay things out, and try it that way? Tell him I can't deal with the jealousy, and the anger, and the hatred towards Harry so if he can get past that then maybe we could be together... I breeze through a good half of the day, and find myself walking right back through my front door.

    "I'm home! Oh... You're right there." I mumble, seeing him in the kitchen.

    "Yep, right here. I'll be upstairs." He mumbles, keeping the same short tone as he did this morning. I grab his arm, stopping him, and he stops. "What do you want?" His voice has a hint of hurt, some aggression as well.

    "I want you to tell me what's wrong, and why you're mad at me.." I mumble, and he laughs.

    "Of course you don't remember.." He mumbles under his breath.

    "No I don't... I drank a lot last night because my almost boyfriend and my best friend got in a fist fight, my classes are shit, and I wanted to forget it all." I admit.

    "Yea, don't call me your best friend, not after we kissed, not after the fact that we both openly admitted our feelings." He mumbles, and moves back to the kitchen, ready to have this conversation.

    "Okay, not my best friend then. Harry, why are you mad at me?" I ask again, and he shakes his head.

    "You just.. You know how to get under my skin Goldie." He mumbles, obviously tired. He looks like he hasn't slept.

    "So I must've said something last night? What did I say?" I ask, and he laughs.

    "What didn't you say? Started out with you teasing me about how much I loved you, and wanted to kiss you. You pushed my buttons, you were all over me, but I wasn't going to take advantage of you... You were throwing my feelings in my face, you were being a jerk Goldie." He tells me, and I don't remember any of that.

    "I'm sorry... I don't remember doing that at all, I don't know why I did it... We can just forget it happened.. I-" I start, rambling.

    "Forget it happened? Just like we're supposed to be forgetting that we kissed?" He asks, and I don't say anything. "I can forget about last night. I can get over that, but I will not get over the moment you finally told me you had feelings for me. I refuse to let that go, just like our kiss." He tells me his face stern and harsh, and I sigh.