II

Part 29

I hid my face in Harry's chest, not wanting to face Niall or Esha. It was a bit awkward because nobody said a word. Harry and I were just standing at the bottom of the stairs, hugging each other. I heard footsteps pass us, so I peeked over Harry's shoulder. Niall and Esha were running up the stairs. I groaned, imagining what they were up to. "Let's go before we hear anything else." I suggested. He understood and we raced downstairs as quickly as Esha and Niall had gone them up. We ended up in the kitchen. I leaned on the counter and Harry sat on a stool. "What would you like for breakfast?" "Something that'll make noise." We laughed. "A smoothie? Crunchy cereal?" "That'll do." I put the blender, gave Harry cereal and put the teapot. I went back to my previous position, across from him. He was on his phone, I felt a bit ignored. I glanced at the blender to see if the smoothie was ready. I liked the color, a vivid magenta, so I decided to turn it off. As I was pouring the drink in a cup, Harry asked me, "Do you think I look bad with long hair?" I gave him a confused look because of the randomness. "No, I actually like it. Why did you ask?" "Nothing. People think that I don't see what they tweet me." He sighed. I placed the cup in front of him. "You're like Prince Charming with that hair. I find it very attractive." He raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Really?" He asked, looking into my eyes. I noticed the brightness in his and nodded, mesmerized. The kettle's loud whistling interrupted our silent conversation. "I should get that." I whispered. I gazed at the boiling water turning brown in my mug. The steam lingered at the top for a while until it completely disappeared. I added first one, then two spoonfuls of sugar. Why did this always happen? We would just stare at each other until something made us stop. We didn't need words to speak, our eyes said everything. He wasn't like Sam. He was different. But it was too late, I was engaged. How could I even consider being with him? Sam didn't deserve it. I was happy with him. Right? The house phone made me jump out of my thoughts. I rushed past Harry to pick it up. "Hello?" I answered, walking back to the kitchen. "Y/N? We need to talk." "We absolutely need to, Sam." I sighed. I looked over at Harry, who looked at me worried. Nobody spoke. "Y/N, please. You don't know how sorry I am, baby. I just want to talk to you about this in person." "Well, you do remember I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, right?"