Deception

Chapter 29: The Impossible

"Harry." I breathe, but before I can say anything, my stomach catches up to me and I throw my head into the trashcan.

Harry throws Niall off of me as I empty myself into this poor little trashcan.

"Harry." I mumble again into the trashcan. His shouting at Niall echoes through the room.

"You little prick!" he yells. I look up and Harry has Niall pinned up against the wall with his fist tight and ready to punch.

I stand up quickly, ignoring my stomach and run over to them, pushing Harry out of the way.

"Let me explain." I breathe slowly, making sure I would not end up throwing up ON either of them.

"Please do Charlotte, explain why the fucking asshole who kidnapped you is in my damn house!" Harry screams into my face, his eyes blackened with blood.

Niall stands behind me, rubbing his neck as I turn to face him.

"Go." I whisper. He doesn't hesitate and slips past me as I watch Harry. His fists stay clenched at his sides but he knows better than to pounce.

"Don't fucking come back." He spits. Niall pauses at the door and then turns around.

Fuck.

"What's funny Harry is how you think you are some heroine just because you had the decency to save one of the girls out of the many girl's lives you have already ruined. In reality, you're still the same douchebag." Niall coos from the door and steps out, slamming the door behind him without another word.

My hands are shaking now but my need to puke has diminished.

"Charlotte." Harry's voice cuts through the thin air between us. I don't look up to him, not after what Niall just said.

"I should go." I whisper.

"Charlie, don't. I get if you want to leave, but I need you to stay here. I need you here."

"Why? So you can soak in all the riotousness you think you have gained just because you changed your mind about making me one of your little prostitutes?" I yell, stepping back from him.

"Charlie that's not..."

"I don't care what Niall did, what he said about you is true." I whisper in horror. Harry's eyes have shifted back to a soft green.

I look back to the doorway, to the rose sprawled out on the floor and a pain stings in my chest.

"I am shitty guy, I already told you that. But I have trying for you Charlie, trying to better. With everything going on, all the bridges I have burned in the past day for you, I just don't care about anything. Anything, except for you."

I shake my head at him, refusing to believe his words even though my heart longs to. Harry quickly runs his hand through his hair and then smashes it against the wall in fury. I am not taken back by his violence; I do not flinch.

"You're so damn frustrating. You know what it is like to go to three different flower shops just to find the reddest roses and to come back here to you and...Niall?" he says in complete disgust.

"Just stop Harry!" I scream and he looks at me.

"Stop thinking that everything you have done has just been erased in my mind because you kissed me. It's not. When I look at you I see everything! I see those poor girls. I see the guy in the coffee shop who looked at me like I was prey because that is what I was wasn't I? I don't care if you say you care for me. You can get me flowers and kiss me under warm water, hell you can even sing to me but that wont ever remove the look you gave me when I was nothing but a part of your little game!" I cry and his face freezes. I am breathing so harshly that I am afraid to move, of falling over. I said it. I said what I was holding in, what I was hiding from myself.