The Contract

16

"You're lying," I whispered. "Please tell me you're lying."

He shook his head once more. "I'm so sorry, Gee. I.. I .. I'm so sorry." His voice cracked as he spoke. He wrung his hands in front of himself, fidgeting and unsure of what to do with himself.

"You're lying. You wouldn't do that to me," I shook my head refusing to believe him.

"Georgia. I wish to god I was but I'm telling you the truth. I'm sorry. I had to tell you. I couldn't bear to deal with this anymore. I had to tell you. I'm so sorry. You have to believe me. It didn't mean anything. It was nothing. It was a stupid mistake. I.. I love you so much."

A million questions were racing through my mind. Who did he sleep with? Did he sleep with someone or did he hook up with them? Did that matter? When did he do it? Why did he do it? Was it something I did? Was there something I could have done to change things? Was I not there for him enough? Should I have quit and gone with him to Los Angelesu? Or would things have been different if I had picked Louis?

No. I shook that thought out of my mind. I knew I made the right choice. But did Harry actually care for me as much as I cared for him?

"Why?" Was all I could manage to ask.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "It was a stupid mistake. The stupidest thing I could have ever done. I'm so sorry. I .. I was alone. And upset. And she was there. That's all it was. It was nothing. You have to believe me. It was literally nothing."

"Who?"

"I don't even know her name that's how insignificant she was to me. It meant nothing to me, Gee. Nothing at all," he said, pacing the room and staring at me worryingly.

I hadn't moved from my place near the door yet. It was almost like my feet were made of concrete and I was stuck in one place. I couldn't feel anything. The numbness I had felt before had completely overtaken my whole body. I couldn't even feel angry towards him I was still in shock.

"I can't even.. I.. " I was literally at a loss for words.

"Please say something, Gee. Anything," Harry pleaded, pacing in front of me before grasping my hands in his and squeezing them. He pushed my hair back out of my face after dropping one hand and tugged my chin so I was forced to meet his gaze.

"You have to know how sorry I am," he whispered.

"I guess I know now why you didn't talk to me for a month," I finally managed to say.

I pushed him away from me and walked towards the bed, sitting down and curling up on the duvet.

"Georgia, please. Talk to me. Yell at me, hit me, scream, shout, punch, something, anything," Harry said, moving closer to me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Go away, Harry."

Harry grabbed my wrist. He kissed where my healed tattoo was. "You have my name tattooed on you. I.. We're married, Georgia. We have to work through this."

"I don't know what we have to do, Harry. I just need to be alone right now," I kept my eyes clenched shut. I knew if I saw him now I would break down. I couldn't bear to break down in front of him. Not now.

"I can't leave you. I have to know you'll be okay," Harry ran his lips over my inked skin once more before releasing his hold on me. "I love you, baby. Please don't forget that."

He moved and laid down on the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me. The minute he touched me the tears began to flow from my eyes. My heart was literally shattered. I couldn't help the sobs that wracked through my body as he continued to hold me through it all. I didn't even have the energy to push him off of me. I was torn.