American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 15 - The ultimatum

It's been 24 hours since Camille gave Harry the ultimatum.

She said she would be coming back at the end of the week and hear his choice, then decided to stay at her friends house until then.

We drove silently, Harry not saying a word.

When we got to the house Harry ran straight to his room and locked himself there.

I woke up this morning and walked out to the kitchen, hoping to see Harry out of his room. He wasn't though.

I get his issue. Usually when he has problems like this he comes to me. He talks it out with me and I help him. But he couldn't in this situation.

I don't like Camille. She's rude to me and I know she doesn't like me. As much as she tries to she won't. She never will.

When she gave Harry this ultimatum, my blood began to boil. I know she doesn't like me, but to force him to make a choice to cut someone out of his life.

Especially since I've known him for so long.

As much as I don't like her...I understand where she is coming from.

I know, I sound like an idiot, but she's clearly threatened by how close I am with Harry. She has tons of reasons to believe I'm trying to 'steal her man' or some shit.

She is a bitch, but...

She makes him happy.

Every time I see them he is smiling like an idiot, making jokes with her, having fun with her.

It makes me happy that he's happy, but at the same time...

It breaks me.

I use to be the one to make him laugh. I used to have him grinning like an idiot. I use to be the one who got all his attention.

Not anymore. Now Camille is there for that. My place is now useless. He has a girlfriend to replace the best friend spot. So, it makes sense that if he were to cut someone out of his life.

It'd be me.

"Emma." Harry says behind me, startling me a bit.

I turn to see him with no shirt on and sweats hung low.

"Yeah?" I ask.

In a flash, he crashes into me, hugging me as tight as he can. He nuzzles his head into my neck and I stand shocked before hugging him back and rubbing small circles on his bare back.

"I don't know what to do." He mumbles into my neck.

"It's all gonna work out. Don't worry." I say reassuringly, playing with his hair.

-

Eventually my birthday came, which is the end of the week.

Just great. Perfect timing Camille.

Harry tried to get me to do something with him for my birthday, but I denied since he already made me a cake and gave me a whole birthday week.

Plus we have a plane to catch. And that's going to be the worst part.

"Emma.." Harry starts as we walk towards the gates to our plane, where Camille is meeting us.

"Don't say anything, please Harry. Just...we'll deal with it as it comes." I mumble, trying to shake all the bad thought fro my head.

We stand there waiting until we see the blonde woman struts towards us, looking perfect.

"Camille-" Harry starts.