Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Six: Discovered

        Another day, another disappointment. Time passed slowly as I stayed in bed all morning. I felt like I was grieving over something but I couldn't place what. The truth? Or half the truth? Did Harry really keep the boys from talking to me? Did my so-called father cheat on my mother? Each time I rolled over, I felt my energy drain. I couldn't force myself to get up and do something active. I was spending wasting money on that hotel room just to lay their and wallow.

        Knock-knock.

        That had to be the maids but I refused to get out of bed.  The knocking continued and refused to stop. Instead of doing the smart thing and answering the door, I opted for hiding under the covers.

        "Christina?" A voice finally called. I felt my blood go cold. Who was it? "Christina, I know you're in there. And so... I miss you. Okay? This isn't fair but... You still mean so much to me." Pushing back the covers, I peeled away from the bed. With soft footsteps, I walked over to the door. "Please... Christina?" My heart's thumped harder with each word. Was this Harry? How did he find me? My hand froze on the doorknob. I couldn't turn it. I wanted to rip open the door and fly into his embrace. I'd do anything to have those strong, muscular arms wrap themselves around me again.

        I was daydreaming for too long because by the time I finally opened the door I saw a figure walking away. A blonde figure. My heart crumpled at the realization of it not being Harry. I should be over him. I thought I was over him...

        Then Niall's words replayed in my head. I had been such a bitch to Niall. I had basically let Liam off the hook last night. Niall was given the cold shoulder and not another glance. I frowned as I closed the door and went to hop in the shower. Should I forgive Niall? It would be a waste to throw out our entire friendship but he never called me. Not once did Niall reach out to me. Even if Harry had said no, he should have done it. I was friends with him before he even knew Harry. The "bro-code" in this instance is complete bullshit. And I know he kept in touch with Abigail. Well, I didn't know exactly but at graduation she said she was following the tour.

        With a thoughtful shower, I ended up deciding to hear Niall out. It wasn't fair that I didn't allow him to talk to me. I didn't interrupt Liam and we even hung out after. I chewed on my fingernail as I debated how to tell him. I couldn't just go knocking on random doors looking for One Direction. Worse case sceneario: I find their door but Harry answers.

        Or Louis... Or Zayn... Should I reach out to them? No. I should just keep my head out of water and just apologize to Niall when I see him. I don't want to face Louis or Zayn. They'd try to get Harry and I to talk and I can't do that. I can't see him. I thought I could but I don't think I can. I still couldn't believe how I acted when I thought it was Harry behind the door. Half of me wants to hold onto him but the more logical half knows it's time to let go. What we had didn't truly mean anything to him- I'm sure. I was a chew toy when Elizabeth wasn't around. I was for hiding his secret. Our relationship was never real.

        The hot water had been too soothing and soon I was drifting off into a light slumber. My hair was barely dry and was soaking the hotel pillow. I had no care in the world as I let my mind travel.

        His dark eyes were hidden by a hood. With a mysterious aura surrounding him, he captured my hand. Glancing all around, he pulled me against his firm body. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as the all-too familar scent burned my nostrils. 

        "Why are you doing this to me?" I could see myself saying it but I couldn't hear myself. It was clouded as if I was listening from underwater. His response was muffled and blurred. I asked him to repeat himself but he just pulled my face up to his. I could see his crystal eyes and I felt paralyzed. With a nervous hand, I reached up to stroke his cheek.