Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

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HARRY'S POV

"I love you, too," her voice is shaky through the speaker. I hope she knows that I'm fully genuine about it. I'm not lying, but she is probably thinking about when we were at Paris.

I walk up behind Carlie while she's facing off the balcony looking out to the beautiful lights. I wrapped my arms around her torso, propping my chin on the top of her head. Just glancing at her, a smile creeps on my face. What the heck is going on with me? I'm fifteen for God's sake! I have no time for love or romance anymore! I'm getting ready to think about what college I want to go to and what I want to do with my life... Even though I want to be a professional singer, I still have dreams of getting a degree, too. Besides, it's hard to keep our little 'relationship' going because our mates don't know about it. I tell Niall everything! She doesn't have ANY idea how fucking hard it is to keep this secret! Why are we keeping it a secret anyways? Why should she care so much who knows?

"Harry," she mumbles to me, very softly I might add.

"Yeah?" I respond, slightly annoyed by my previous thoughts.

Her small hands unwrap my arms from her and she turns so she's leaning against the railing. I move back toward her until our bodies are touching while I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She's starting to make me nervous, I think to myself. What does she want?

Carlie takes a few deep breaths as her beautiful blue eyes flutter shut. Her hair is side-braided today. It looks perfect with her long, blonde hair. She rarely puts on makeup, and if she does, it's just a few coats of mascara and maybe a little foundation. No one could compare to her. Everytime I go to her school's football games just to see her smile and cheer for our friend Niall, all I can ever focus on is her. She's so breathtaking even when she's asleep. Why do I keep having second thoughts about her?

"What's wrong, love?" I question. She's honestly confusing me.

"Harry," she exhales, "I-I-I..."

"You what?" I encourage.

When she opens her mouth to respond, her voice fails to project.

"Carlie, are you okay?" I ask, genuinely nervous for her.

She nods over and over, but I'm not very convinced. As she looks away, tears start forming in her gorgeous eyes. What's up with her? Did I say something? Oh no. What if she's gonna bring up Jorden and how she was getting all touchy-feely with me the other day? I swear I wasn't doing anything! All she did is walk me back into a wall and start running her hands up and down my torso. Wasn't anything extreme, right? Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I swear to God if she breaks up with me, I don't know what I'll do. I really do like her, a lot actually.

Finally, having enough of the silence I look at Carlie and search for any clue as to what's going on. "Carlie?"

"Harry," she giggles the cute little giggle and makes eye contact with me once again, "I... I love you."

My mind literally shuts down and I can't feel my fingers. "Are... Are you sure? I mean, we're so young. And. And-"

I see her shoulders slump and her lip start to quiver.

"I-I knew this was a mistake," she croaks, "I thought.. I though you loved me?"

What do I say? Love is such a strong word... Too strong. I like Carlie too much to tell her I love her and not mean it, right? I think I love Carlie but I don't know if I'm IN love with her. Like, I love my Mum, but obviously I'm not in love with her. Maybe I feel more for Carlie as family than I do as a girlfriend.