Best Friends Don't Lie {Remastered}

~5~

It wasn't until a few hours later that Harper had finally calmed down and realized what she had truly done. Screaming and shouting at her friend, making a huge deal out of their relationship, she couldn't comprehend it. She couldn't control herself in the moment, simply letting out pent up rage she didn't even know she was holding onto, and lashing out at someone who hadn't done anything wrong. When her guilt set in, it set in heavily.

She sat up, face down into her bed sheets that were now tear stained, along with her face. She looked around her bedroom, which she had somehow trashed in her aggression. It was a blur that she couldn't even remember. Papers were torn to shreds, her desk chair and other decorations were knocked to the ground, and other debris was scattered around her room. It was almost as if a tornado had let lose, breaking anything in it's past.

With a small groan she pushed her self up, crawling out of bed to her feet. She rubbed her eyes before she stood, trying to get her tired eyes to readjust to lively hood. She stumbled slightly, as if her body had gone numb in the past few hours. 

"God, what the hell happened..." She whispered, her voice hoarse as she walked towards a mirror on the wall by her closet, examining her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and dull, and her cheeks were swollen and puffy from crying. Her hair was messy and frizzy, and her clothes were wrinkled and crooked. She adjusted them barely, trying to reassure herself it wasn't that bad. She knew deep down, it was worse then it looked.

She opened her bedroom door, hearing things downstairs. Harper stumbled down the stairs, holding her head as it began to pound. When she made it to the bottom of the stairs, she heard something behind the stairs, where they had a large room for just storage. The lights were on inside, and the door was wide open.

"Lauren, I need to apologize." She started, walking slowly as the rummaging and ruckus continued. "I went off on you because I was upset, even though you weren't the reason I was so angry. It's just that-" She swung herself into the room, when she saw a short figure going through boxes labeled 'Harper'. "Lauren?" She asked again, as the figure stood up, spinning around. It was Adam, wearing Lauren's jacket as he held onto papers in his hands, smiling.

"Oh, hey Harper."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." She said in disbelief, facepalming herself as Adam gave a small smirk.

"What would I be kidding about? I'm just doing some spring cleaning."

"Spring cleaning? In my house and not yours? Exclusively just digging through boxes with my names on it? If your trying to dig dirt up on me, you'll have better luck digging dirt out of my back yard."

"What? No... I'm just looking for the code to the safe in your office. That's where the good stuff is."

"There is no code, asshole. It's a facial scanner. Only identity your good at stealing is Lauren's- and even that's pretty depression- you aren't even wearing a wig-"

"Enough of the disguise!" Adam interrupted angrily, throwing the papers on the ground. "It's fucking cold in here!"

"And you decided to borrow Lauren's jacket?"

"Yeah."

"Get the fuck out of my house." She said, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him out of the storage room, throwing him to the ground in her living room.

He quickly stood up, putting his hands out in defense. "Attack me again, and Lauren's dead!" He exclaimed as Harper stopped, looking at him with a stoic expression.

"Excuse me?" She asked, stepping closer as he took a few steps back.

"She texted me after your temper tantrum. She's never been more terrified in her life. She came running and screaming, crying to me at my apartment. She didn't know what to do, she was so scared." He began as Harper looked at the ground, guilt flooding back. "So unless you do what I say, she's a goner."