chapter twenty-eight

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My music class was slowly but surely killing me. I couldn't practice in my dorm and I couldn't practice outside because it was getting so cold, so I'd been only practicing in the music room for two months. I'd made B's on every playing test so far. So, while complaining to Harry about my stupid tests, he mentioned no one was currently home at his apartment and it was soundproof, I had quite frankly jumped at the chance to practice somewhere that wasn't loud.

Harry told me where the spare key was and I had no problem at all getting in. It was quiet and peaceful in there and I was thankful. It'd kind of been a rough day back. I pulled my violin out of it's case and set up my portable stand in the living room. I was halfway through Bach's Sonata No. 3 in E major when the front lock started to jiggle. I stopped playing and checked the watch on my wrist in confusion because Harry and Niall weren't supposed to be home until six. It was five forty-five and I still had fifteen minutes.

The door was pushed open and a girl's voice hit my ears. I froze for a second then rose from my seat and peered around the corner so I could see who exactly had just barged into the apartment. She was tall, with blonde hair and she was insanely pretty. What the hell? "Make sure she's not eating too much. Xander, I'm not calling her-"

She stopped talking when she spotted me. She'd just sat her keys down on the counter and I probably looked like an idiot staring at the strange girl in disbelief. "I'll call you back, babe."

"Who are you?" I blurted. She frowned deeper than she already was.

"I could ask you the same question. How did you get in here?"

"Spare key," I answered. She nodded a bit.

"They really need to learn to hide that better. Now, who are you?"

"Uh, Jenson."

"Jenson, what the fuck are you doing in Harry's apartment?" she snapped. I frowned, confused as to how this girl I had never seen knew Harry. And then... in the back of my mind, something clicked. My heart shattered as I came to some sort of realization: I wasn't the only girl Harry was seeing.

"It's actually my boyfriend's apartment, and I don't know who the hell you are and I don't know what the hell you're doing with Harry, but I want you to leave," I said with a shaky, but raised, voice. This could not be happening. Not now, not when everything seemed so perfect. I wanted this piece of trash girl out of my sight before I fell apart.

"Look. I don't know who you are either because Harry hasn't ever mentioned a thing about anyone named Jenson to me." she snapped. I glared. "Now, you get out of Harry's apartment before I have you arrested for breaking and entering. I know he's had some obsessive girls give him problems before, but damn, this is just sad, honey." Ohhh, Harry sure was going to get an earful from me the next time I saw him.

"This is unbelievable. I'm calling Harry," I said, grabbing my phone. She scoffed.

"Does he just give his number out to every girl he shags on fucking campus?" she asked, more to herself than to me.

"I'm not just a girl he's shagging. I'm his girlfriend!" I said. "Now, who the hell are you?"

The front door rattled and I almost sighed in relief. Niall's laugh was heard, along with Harry telling him to shut up. I looked around the girl in panic to see the two boys walking in, Niall grinning and Harry's jaw dropping.

"Gem!" Niall cheered, racing over to the girl and pulling her in for a hug. Gem? Harry looked around the girl at me and rushed past the two to get to where I was. I must've looked livid.

"You've got 30 seconds to explain why the hell another girl just came into your apartment, insulted me, and tried to kick me out before I never speak another word to you," I growled. Harry turned to glare at the girl.

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