Oops! ➵ h.s a.u

8. You asked me for the truth.

Songs for this chapter:
-  Break my heart | Dua Lipa
-  Change your ticket | One Direction
-  Another world | The Vamps
-  Be with you | The Vamps

Chapter eight. 

I'm snapped out of a serene sleep as I feel movement and hear rustling beside me. I slowly open my eyes, blinded by the sunlight shining through the windows. Beside me, is Harry putting his socks on. He's already dressed in trousers and his sweater. I frown at the sight, and he notices me waking up and closes his eyes in defeat and send me a small smile. 

"Are you sneaking out on me?" I ask quietly and tilt my head slightly. He looks away from me and bites his lip. 

"I tried to be quiet", he remarks, puzzling me even further. 

"Harry, were you trying to sneak out?" I ask again and he sighs deeply and looks me in the eyes, and immediately when I look in his eyes I can already tell what his answer is going to be. I feel hurt, but at the same time, it probably wasn't the best idea to spend the night together. That doesn't mean that him sneaking out, doesn't feel like a punch to the gut. 

"Yeah... sorry. I just thought it would be for the best", he starts and weaves a hand through his disheveled hair. "I woke up to Elizabeth texting me, asking me where I was. I was supposed to pick her up and drive her to work this morning and I couldn't exactly tell her why I wasn't there". 

I cringe and put my hands to my face. We spent such a lovely night together, just talking about anything and everything. Getting to know each other and laughing. Just laying in each others arms for the entire nights until we both drifted off into a blissful sleep. It didn't even occur to me, that we're living two different lives, one of which he has a girlfriend he has to pay attention to as well. 

"I'm really sorry, Ron. I should probably go now. I think it was a bad idea that I stayed in the first place". I look over at Harry and sigh. I know he's right, but it just hurts so damn much. Right here before me is the most amazing man I have ever had the privilege of being with, and I just wish that he was mine and mine only. That what we have wasn't so wrong. I wish that we could walk hand in hand down the street, not afraid of who might see. That I didn't hurt so deeply every time he has to go to Elizabeth, my best friend who I have so betrayed. "Veronica? Are you listening?"

"Yeah, no. You should go," I breathe and and shake all the sad feelings off of me. It doesn't work though, and all I want to do is cry and beg him to stay, like the desperate moron I am. He keeps standing there, observing me and I turn to him and look him in the eyes and stand up, keeping the eye contact the entire time. "Go! Go be there for your girlfriend". 

"Ron, don't-" he starts, but I cut him off, feeling a sudden rush of emotions that all needs to be expressed immediately. 

"Don't what, Harry? I shouldn't be hurt that you're trying to sneak out on me? I shouldn't feel bad that I'm betraying my best friend in the worst possible way? I shouldn't feel bad that I want to be with you, but I never can, because you're at home screwing your real girlfriend?"I finish, out of breath. He flinched at every word that I spoke, and now he's just standing there, looking defeated, broken and at a loss for the right words. 

But then something dawns on him, and he takes a step towards me and wraps his strong, tattooed arms around me. He looks down on the ground and then fixates his eyes on my lips and then my eyes, before he lets out a breath and open his mouth to speak. "Elizabeth and I haven't... we're not - y'know, what you and I are doing".