Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 14

I didn't say much throughout the week. He called once Wednesday but it was short because he was at the recording studios. The second call was the very one I didn't want to hear. He wouldn't be able to make it down this weekend. I somehow knew this couldn't be good. He called off for the next two weeks after that and after that I knew I really wasn't going to hear from him because he had announced it official that him and Ed were going on tour. I had threw the phone after that conversation of trying to act happy. We continued to talk normally for the next month but he was running out of things to say. Of course I didn't have anything to talk about. Me and Trevor's arguments were at an all time high because he still hasn't found a job and last week I found pot in his room. 

But one day when I had went out to check the mail I had almost threw it back in the mail box when I had read the address on it. When I opened it I pulled out my phone to call him but decided not to. Plane tickets.... to France.... where he's touring right now. I shouldn't go, I really shouldn't... but I end up packing my bags anyways. Trevor set down his cup of water, at least I hope it was water, when he saw me walk by with my bag. "Where are you off to now?" he asks and I look at him. "Nowhere." I lie and he huffs and snatches the tickets from my hand. "You're going to visit that ass hole in France?" he asks and I nod. "What, jealous it's not you?" I bark at him and he instinctively connects the back of his hand to my cheek. I didn't react to it. I've grown so numb to it. I just made a disgusted noise and took Arrow out the door. I dropped him off at Stacey's to watch him while I'm gone and headed to the airport. 

I wasn't going to him because I wanted to see him. I was kinda pissed at him for blowing me off. I'm not about to play his little girlfriend game just only when he feels like it. 

It felt weird flying alone. I didn't like it. This big bruise across my cheek made me a target for everyone to stare at and that made me uncomfortable. 

A taxi took me to the hotel and I had to gather the strength to knock on his door and not kick it down. He opened it and smiled. "I was worried you wouldn't come." he says and I continue to frown as he tugged me gently into the room and close the door. "I almost didn't. I'm very pissed at you, Harry." I tell him and he sits on the edge of the bed with the least bit of concern on his face. "Why?" he asks with a growing smirk. I had just started to notice what he was wearing and it distracted me more when he stood up and started to walk over to me. He wore a loose white button down that had the top few buttons reveal his tattooed chest and his hair was combed back and out of his face even though it was too long to stay that way for long. I stepped back to avoid him. "You can't just summon me whenever you feel like you want me, Harry. I know you're busy but-" I start to stutter when he stops in front of me and tilts my chin up to kiss my neck. My breathing staggered and I was struggling to remain pissed at him. It's wrong for him to have this kind of control over me. 

"But Trevor somehow took your phone and you haven't been able to answer my texts everyday?" he hums into my neck teasingly. "He didn't pay the bill on his so he uses mine. He never told me you'd texted or called me." I say more frustrated now. "And you're surprised how?" he mumbles and lifts his head to look at me. His hair fell in his face but his eyes traveled down to the bruise. "He hit me before I left." I say stepping away and covering it. I set my bag down and sit on the bed. "So hows the tour going?" I ask him and he crawls on the bed behind me and lays his hands on my shoulders, gently messaging them. "I've missed you, Caroline." he says velvety. I almost shivered until I had looked up and saw us in the mirror. He had a very wild look in his eyes and something about it I liked. 

"Don't kiss up to me Harry." I try to stand my ground but he wraps his arm around my stomach to pull me back closer to him and lowers his lips to my neck. "I think about you every day." he speaks softly in between kisses. "I picture you in the crowd when I'm performing," he kisses me again. "I picture you backstage when I'm in the dressing room," I tighten when his hand finds the belt to my jeans. "And I picture you walking next to me with that damn amazing ass of yours." he speaks and the blunt words made my eyes shoot wide open in shock. He chuckled. "You're perverted, Harry." I say trying to lighten the intense mood and he smirks behind me. "You can't stay mad at me." he says and I frown. "And why can't I?" I challenge and his smirk grows more devious until he moves his hand to my side and starts squeezing. I turn sideways and about fall off the bed if he didn't catch my arm and pull me back up. Pushing me on my back and continues to try to tickle me.