Rumors

Stay -9

I'm going to the studio with Harry tonight. I think that my voice sounds better at night then it does in the day. I know how odd that sounds, but maybe it's something about the night. The music of the night makes my heart soar. It makes my song take flight.

There was a knock at the door. I walked away from the tv, and walked to the door. I opened it up to see a skinny blonde girl at the door. "May I help you?" I asked the stranger.

"I'm here to talk to Harry," She said.

Then it clicked. she's Harry's ex. I felt the tears start to form. I didn't know what to do. I'm so confused. "Are you still dating her?" I asked looking back at Harry. He said he had broke it off with her yesterday. I was so confused. I always am lately, and it's driving me insane.

Harry sat there with his eyes wide open. "Whitney what are you doing here?" He asked as he got up.

"You said that we're going out tonight," She said.

"You were?" I asked.

"Stop playing. Harry told me what it really was," Whitney snapped at me.

"You did? Wow she must really be worth it," I felt mad at him. Though he has the right to do his own thing.

"Cara, I-" I cut off Harry.

"It's okay. I mean this isn't real. You can tell her, but not your best friends? I thought you were different. I really did," I didn't know weather to cry or throw things.

"I'll come back latter," Whitney walked away, and closed the door.

"I am different. You make me want to be better," Harry said.

"Stop lying to me! Stop! It hurts so much! Everything about us is bittersweet! I can't do this!" I walked to the door.

Harry grabbed me by the arm for me to stop. "Stay," He said as he put his hand on my cheek.

"Change my mind. Give me a reason to stay," I knew he wouldn't have one. But he just had to say those three words.

He was silent.

"That's what I thought. You know you lied to me. I was completly honest with you. I told you that nothing happened with Ken. I thought you were diffrent." I shook my head, and started to walk away.

Harry pulled me to him. "I like you. Is that a reason to stay?" He asked as he looked in my eyes. Did he really just say that? Why can't I forgive him? I wish this was a fairy tale and we could kiss and make up, but this is real life.

"If you love me, then what was she doing here?" I asked. I wanted to believe him. I really did.

"That was before I knew how much I really liked you. I'm afraid of falling in love. But I feel less scared when I'm with you. I really do like you," Harry said.

"I...I don't know what...I..." I didn't know what to say. I felt hurt by all of this. I just bit my lip.

"I understand," Harry let me go. He walked out the door.

I stood there out of breath. I stared crying, and I fell to the floor. I should have just said I liked him back. I just don't know what to do. I love him I do, but he hurt me. I'm so confused. How long has he felt this way? Why did he have to go for her? Why was she here if he liked me? I honestly have no idea what to do. I just had to let him go. I need time to think.

***Interview***

"So there is word going around that Harry and you broke up. Is this true?" The interviewer asked. I looked down and thought about that day. I looked back up quickly so I could answer.

"No. We had a fight, and I haven't seen him in a few days, but we haven't broken up yet," I felt the pain in my chest raise up inside of me. Was that a break up if we weren't together to begin with?

"Why did you two fight?" She asked.

"Things where finally fitting together, and we got scared that if we made one tiny mistake that it would break everything we worked so hard to accomplish. We're like oil and water." I said trying not to break down.

"So you fought about things going to well?" I could tell that no one understood. I don't understand it myself. It's not like I could tell them. Anne wouldn't alow that.

"Things were going so well with Harry and I, and he did something, that I wont mention, but it hurt me. In that moment we realized that if you're at the top of the world it only takes a tiny push to knock you over. Harry just walked out. Just like that. He hasn't returned my calls. He hasn't come home. We both said some things that we regret that day, at least I do, but there's one one thing I regret the most," I paused trying to comose myself.

"And what's that?" She asked as if she really did want to know.

"Not saying that I loved him before he walked out that door," I said not looking at anyone.

"Well I really hope you two make up. I really like the two of you," She said.

"So do I," I said. "So do I," I said slower, and lower as I breathed out.