Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 47

"You know I need you. You can't give up after all we've been through." he says. I felt a little desperation in his voice. I shrugged and stepped into the kitchen for breakfast. 

"You did. I told you, you had one more chance, the last time you showed up in that fucked up town you sent me to." I say pulling the fridge open. "And then you dare throw marriage in my face." I say frustrated at the thought and his face changed into something unreadable as he reaches in his back pocket. "I wasn't joking when I asked you, Caroline." he says stepping in front of me and pushing the fridge shut out of my hand. I had no emotion when he opened up the box and there was a ring. It was simple, with 3 good sized diamonds, the middle one bigger. He knew I wouldn't like anything large or over the top. It would've been exactly what I wanted. Except I wouldn't except it. 

He reaches out and grabs my hand. "I want you to marry me." he says again but quieter and I glanced down at the ring and then back up at him. He swallowed and looked back at me. "No." I say again and watched his shoulders drop. "You don't want to marry me, you're using it as a last resort. You claim you want me but all you want is someone to come home to after you play. You're not ready to commit or settle on one person."

He gave me a last look before tossing the ring on the counter and walking back upstairs. I sat on the couch and sighed, too deep in thought to think about breakfast now. 

I got a text from Phillip as if on cue and opened it. Are you still planning on coming back tomorrow? I stare at the screen for a long moment, thinking about his offer. 

If I do, can I stay with you until I can afford my own place there?

It didn't take long for him to answer. Sure, is something up? 

I sighed as I answered him and pushed my hair back from my face. I just can't move in with Harry again. Can I fly out tonight and meet you tomorrow morning?

Something in my really started to tug when I pressed send but I fought it. I can't react on mainly instincts like I have been. I have to use some brains here to function properly. Broken parts or not. I trust Phillip enough. 

Sure, I can pick you up at the airport if you  want. You sure everything is alright?

I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned into the couch. It took a bit of thought to answer that question. 

Yes. Thank you 

We continued texting through most of the day. It eased only some of the pain I was stifling back. I don't want to leave Harry, are you kidding? I love him. I just love him too much. It's too toxic. His love came with a price. I've sacrificed a lot for him. I've gave him other chances. He's blew it all. He has changed, I will give him that, but apparently not enough. I have to let him go.

The thought brought me to tears and I quickly wiped them away, returning upstairs to get ready for his album launch. I put on the black dress I had purposely not packed for tonight and the white heels. I fluffed up my hair a little but didn't try much. A little eye liner and mascara and that was it. 

"You ready?" he asks, stepping into the room and I nod, standing up and shoving the makeup and other stuff back into the box on the bed. "You look beautiful." he comments and I rub the back of my neck waiting for him to move. "Just go, Harry." I say quietly and he hesitantly turns around and walks in front of me down to the front door and opens it for me. If I avoided eye contact, it would make this easier. 

The car ride was painfully quiet. He didn't speak and I didn't speak. It was instant crowds surrounding his car when he parked. I walked ahead of him and let him get swarmed with the crowd before I got stuck in it with him. I don't want reporters and photographers on my case. He's the celebrity.