Bipolar

Chapter 12

a/n: yes, it's Harry's hands because they're beautiful.

"Who were you talking to?" Harry asks me as I stand up out of the bed. "What? Oh, my friend." I shrug like it was no big deal and waltzed over to my suitcase. I changed into a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, a plain white shirt and my vans. "Who?" Harry asked as I pulled on my pants, he tried so hard not to look, which made me want to smirk and laugh.

"Sabrina." I say looking out the window where the beach was. People scattered everywhere, mostly on the shore, not in the water. "Oh," he says as I slip my shoes on.

"I'm gonna go shopping, wanna come?" I ask and he shakes his head vigorously and I look at him weirdly. "I'm going to the bar." He informs me and I widen my eyes. "So early?" I question and he nods looking away.

"Okay..bye Harry." I say hugging him, he smiles allowing me to leave with my purse.

I get to the mall, which was pretty big, but not as large as the ones back in New York. I begin with my shopping adventure by heading to Forever 21.

It was about six when I get back to the hotel, I was just about to open the door, when I heard noises inside, weird noises. Harry was having sex..and I felt a pang of jealousy and pain in my chest. What is the matter with me? I sigh leaning against the wall and sliding down as the bags I held collapsed from my arms.

I continued to listen to the moaning, slapping, and screaming from inside. I wanted to stop listening, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. The door finally opened after two hours, a blond girl stumbled out and tripped over me. "Shit, watch where you sit." She says pulling on her coat. "This is my hotel room." I say clearing my voice. She widens her eyes then runs to the hotel elevator, before it closes, I flip her off.

A few minutes later, I grab the bags and go inside, I'm not telling Harry what I have seen or heard..yet. "Hello, I'm back!" I sing, my voice cracking showing my emotions. "Hey, what'd ya get?" He asks sitting up from the bed with a bright smile on his plump lips. "Some clothes." I giggle hopping onto the messy bed trying to mask my feelings.

"Nice." He smiles as I finish showing him the things I bought. "What'd you do?" I ask nervously picking at my blue, chipped nails. "Had a few drinks, came home and took a nap, then watched tv." He smiles lying greatly. "Hm, sounds boring." I shrug and he smirks. "It wasn't." He says and I widen my eyes as I see a red, lace thong on my suitcase. "I don't remember buying this.." I say picking it up like I could catch a disease from it.

"You probably did a long time ago." He shrugs turning on the television. "No, I don't wear these." I say quirking up an eyebrow. "Was their a girl here?" I ask knowing the answer. "Course not." He smiles and I roll my eyes. "Bullshit!" I yell at him in anger. "The girl tripped over me when she left! And I heard you two..gettin' it on!" I say tears rushing down my chubby cheeks. Why did I care so much?

"Why do you even care?!" He screams back at me standing up from the bed. "I don't know!" I yell and he rolls his eyes. "Why don't you know?!" He roars again. "I don't know!!" I yell and he slams me back on the sofa. "Don't fucking lie to me!" He says, spit flying onto my face. "So, why do you care!"

"Because I love you!" I say regretting it the moment it flew through my mouth. He stayed quiet and I sat there looking at him hoping for an answer, but he didn't do anything.

a/n: short chapter, I know. I have to type a whole PowerPoint for school because my partner didn't help. so yay.