Her Name is...

Chapter 16

I woke up on the couch of the bungalow Harry's heavy arm draped over my chest. I was laying atop him my back pressed to his front and the television was still playing episodes of Friends (which he had brought a box set of).

"I've never seen it" I shrugged after he shouted to me about being in his kitchen.

"You've never seen an episode of Friends ever?" he asked his mouth dropping into an O. He took off digging through his bag to bring out season 1 and 2 of friends on DVD.

"Sit down" he commanded after inputting the disc, "if I have to sit through hours of predictable hallmark movies you are going to try Friends"

And so we had fallen asleep watching a television show I was now very invested in. Carefully I wiggled my way out of his grasp shuffling to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Distantly I could hear Racheal and Phoebe arguing about something.

It looked like a nice day, I would try to get Harry over to the lake, maybe stop by the Beechwood to say hi to Sarah before spending the evening with my Nana.

A ping interrupted my thoughts. Harry's phone which layed on the island jumped a bit with the sound of another ping. As I went to reach for it I stopped myself,

Not my place. I reminded myself sliding my hand back over the counter. The phone beeped again as I sipped my coffee.

Harry stirred in response. The boy needed his sleep so reluctantly I grabbed the phone trying to find the volume button. And if I were to have accidentally seen the messages it was totally not my fault, because I was trying to turn down his volume so he could sleep so-

N: Does she know?

N: Harry! I say tell her.

Li: Stop meddling Niall

I could almost hear Liam's patronizing tone.

LT: It's worth it to meddle if shes gonna break up with him

I found the volume button quickly turning down the beeping tone, and let my heart race. What the hell was going on? What was Harry keeping a secret? Why was I going to break up with him.

"What are you doing?" Harry's knowing voice surprised me from behind. His phone still in my hand I froze.

"T-turning down the volume. The boys were texting non-stop I didn't want it to wake you up-"

An accusatory look on his face he pried the phone from my grasp.

"Were you checking my messages?" he asked, he didn't look angry more confused, surprised I had be psycho enough to do that.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes. Why did I have to ruin everything, I was so fucking stupid.

"It was an accident-"

"An accident my ass!" he exclaimed shoving the phone into his back pocket.

"Harry, I-" I tried to explain but it was no use. There was no excuse for being such a psycho bitch, other than my own insecurity.

"What? You thought it was okay?"

"No!" I exclaimed quickly. This situation was so embarrassing I wished I could be swallowed whole by the linoleum floor. "I'm so sorry. I'm stupid, I got so insecure about you always being on your phone, even though that's stupid and I... I don't even know what to say" I blurted out.

Fuck.

"Me either" Harry mumbled. "Do you not trust me?"

"I do I just... what aren't you telling me?" I stumbled out. The memory of the messages on my brain.