Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 6

"So why exactly did you come back?" I ask him quietly across the table. I was thankful for the dim lighting but a few cameras snapped outside the windows and Harry just pulled the blinds down, returning his attention to me. "Do you want me to be honest with you?" he asks quietly, not a trace of smile on his face. I nod and try not to stare too hard at his way the lighting reflected in his eyes. 

He sighs and glances away. "The first week without you, I didn't get any sleep. I barely ate. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to grab my keys and come back down and force you to come back with me." he half chuckles and I shove a fork full of weird tasting noodles in my mouth. "I couldn't get through any recording sessions without having to leave the room and so my next album is delayed buy a lot. I just couldn't function. I knew I was going to struggle but not near this bad. When I had talked to you on the phone, I was at Ed's and he was the one who convinced me that I should try talking to you again. I knew you'd be pissed at me and I know you still are. What I did was wrong, and there's nothing I can do to fix that now, but I at least wanted to make sure you're doing alright." he says unsurly. 

Watching him talk, the way he glanced away and the way he folded his hands up by his chin, he resembled a lost little kid. "You're one of the top singers out there, Harry. Doesn't that give you any satisfaction?" I ask him kind of flatly. He hesitated to answer but ends up furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. "No... it doesn't actually. " he says and looks back at me. I shake my head and push a noodle around with my fork. 

"I am still mad at you, Harry. And I can't believe you would have the nerve to come back and pretend everything is normal. It's far from it. You know what I've been doing for blood Harry? I've been stealing animal blood from the storage unit in the school. I told Trevor I was holding it for the classes because they didn't have enough room. It's sick. You threw me here without any control of what I could do if I lashed out at someone, or made any mistakes that would get me killed. The first month was the most painful, Harry. I couldn't bite into any kind of food so I didn't eat at all either. I couldn't squeeze anything without breaking it. And all this time I thought I would have someone to help me get through it. But no. I didn't. Only because you were thinking about yourself when you sent me away. It sure as hell didn't benefit me in any way." I say darkly and he stayed quiet and listened. 

"I mean, if you wanted me to move out and leave you alone, you should have sat me down like the adult you are, and tell me you lost interest. But no, you made matters 10 times worse by just dumping me into some random town I never heard of." I finish and he sits back in his chair and shakes his head. "I never lost interest, Caroline. I could never tell if you truly meant you wanted to stay with me or not. I know how you are. You don't ever put your feeling first. I thought by sending you here and letting you have the career you wanted would make you happy once you got over the fact you'd be pissed at me. " he explains and I get more irritated the more I heard it so I shook my head and attempt to stand up. "You were wrong." I mutter but he caught my arm and tugged enough for me to fall back in my seat. His eyes were a little darker and more of the tempered Harry that I was waiting to see.

He was about 6 inches away from my face and it made me nervous in the same way it did when we were together. "You were willing to give up your dreams and your career for me. I know you were. The only way I could break it off with you was to make it quick and easy. I've learned that I'm not as hard as I used to be. If I sat you down and tried to formally break up with you, I would take one look at you and not be able to go through with it. It was my only choice to give you what you deserved. Understand?" he says harshly but quietly so we didn't attract anyone's attention. 

I boldly stare back at him and end up shaking my head. He still had my arm but I pulled a 20 out of my pocket and tossed it on the table before standing up. "I didn't want my career without you. I'm done here. Are you?" I ask annoyed and he stands up, taking the 20. "Take it. I got it." he says and I roll my eyes. "I don't care, Harry." I say and he presses the bill into my hand. "Take the fucking money." he grumbles at me and I sigh, not bothering to wait for him to pay. I just walked out the door and sat on the bench outside. It was dark out and kind of chilly, and I was still in a tank top.