Start From Scratch (Sequel To Why Me???)

Another Girl

"Bella! Wait!" Harry yells from behind me, as I head toward the cashier. Harry was highly fooled, and stupid if he thought that I couldn't hear him through that flimsy curtain that separates the changing room from the waiting area. I reach the cashier's counter and dump the dress and pair of jeans on the counter. The cashier lady looks at me with a pout, and then she slowly grabs my clothes off the counter. Somebody places their hand on my shoulder and I'm sure it's Harry, so I shrug it off.
"Bella, come on, just listen to me." Harry says.
"Don't talk to me. Go and stare at another woman's ass and tits." I say, slamming my bag on the counter and yanking the zipper open. I read the total amount off the cashier, and take out my wallet.
"Bella, let me pay." I roll my eyes, and turn around to face Harry.
"Harry, just shut the hell up. I don't want to speak to you right now." I turn back around and take out the amount that I have to pay for the dress and pair of jeans that Harry so generously wants to pay for.
"Bella, I said the wrong thing. Forgive me, okay?" Harry says in an irritated tone. Oh, he has no right to get irritated. How dare he be irritated? I snatch the change from the cashier lady's hand and grab the bag. I shove my shoulder into Harry's and walk by him. "Bella, you're being unfair." That's it! I stomp my foot and turn around. I sling my bag over my shoulder and stab my index finger into Harry's chest.
"I'm being unfair?! Me?! You're the one who was talking about some girl's ass and tits who is not your girlfriend." Harry takes a step back, narrowing his eyes at me.
"So? Can't I appreciate another girls God given gifts?" Harry asks me. What the heck is he even saying?
"Harry, are you even understanding what you're saying? You should be ashamed of yourself," I say. I march right past him toward the exit of this horrid shop that's ruining my relationship with Harry.
"Bella, why would I be ashamed? That girl had a great ass and a fact is a fact." Harry says from behind me. I can't bear to speak with him right now. He's being a total arse. Louis, Liam and Niall are waiting for us near the exit of the shop. By their pursed lips and solemn expressions, I can tell that our argument was heard all over the shop.
"Harry, we better take another car." Liam says, as I step onto the escalator.
"Why? We came in my car, and I'm going home in my car." Harry says indignantly. I roll my eyes at this attitude of his. I hate it. Heck, by what I heard while I was in the changing room, I'm sure the boys hate it as well.
"Harry's got his panties in a twist." Louis murmurs from behind me. I nod my head.
"I don't know what's wrong with him today," I say. "He's acting like such a jerk."
"You're telling us." Niall says, huffing. "I can't believe that this is the same Harry, who used to worship you once upon a time." That was before his accident, I mentally add.
"Bella, Harry really isn't the same person anymore." Liam adds from behind. I turn around to find the three boys behind me, but no sign of Harry.
"Where's Harry?" I ask.
"He's going home in his car. We'll have to catch a cab," Liam explains.
"Good, it'll give me some time to think." The rest of the walk to the cab is spent in silence. I feel like Harry's possessed. He doesn't give a damn about my feelings. He doesn't understand that he's wrong. And he doesn't want to rectify his mistake. It's good though that everything's out in the open. I don't want him to hide his true self from me. I want to know the true Harry. The Harry that I'm in a relationship with. Maybe I'm in the illusion that he is still my old Harry. However, he's not and he can never be. I sigh at the thought, as we get into the cab. My old Harry would've come and apologized to me immediately. Instead of taking the car, and going home. A tear trickles down my cheek at the thought. I've been fooling myself all along and it's time that I wake up and face the music.
"Bella, you okay?" Liam asks me from shotgun. I nod my head, as I don't have the energy to say anything. I don't know if I like this new version of Harry. Sure he's sweet at times and his good characteristics are there, but Harry has this bad quality too. He doesn't understand my feelings and is an asshole.
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After crying for at least half an hour, finishing a tub of rocky road ice cream and watching The Notebook; I've calmed myself down and I'm slightly more composed than I was before.
"What am I doing?" I mumble to myself. Harry always finds ways to ruin me. Or crush me from the inside out. The sound of the front door opening fills the quietness of my room. Harry must be home. The boys and I arrived home hours ago. However, there was no sign of Harry. Maybe he finally decided to spit out his temper and come home. I wrap a shawl around myself and exit the room.
"Harry?" I call out, as I descend the stairs. We really need to talk properly. Instead of arguing so much that I want to rip his hair out.
"Oh, babe!" I hear a girl moan. What the...
As I step off the last step, my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Harry has a girl pinned against the wall, with her legs pinned around his waist and they're exchanging saliva. Hastily I run upstairs to throw up.