*Harry’s POV*
When I picked Reagan up from the hotel she was either in a mood or over thinking shit as she tends to do. She grumbled a hello when she got into the car and gave me a kiss but nothing much was said after that. My mum was expecting me to bring her tonight so she made us dinner and left it in the oven. We ate in a silence of sorts except for the occasional will you pass me this or that requests. Reagan is never quiet. If anything she talks too much so this is all very unusual.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What?” She looked up at me, snapped out of her trance.

“What’s wrong with you?...Is it around that time of the month?...Is it that time of the month?”

“Harry what?”

“You know, your period? Are you on your per-”

“NO! Why would you even ask me that?!” I put my hands up in defense and she contorted her face half embarrassed and half confused. When I think about it though,she never has it. Not as far as I know that is. We always fool around or have sex but she never tried to stop me because of the red dragon. Then again, I'm not sure if that would stop me anyway...I've never done that before, but if the moment got heated and she was on it I would just take her in the shower I think. Kind of gross, but that's got to be love...I contort my face mildly shocked at my own strange thoughts and snap myself out of my own head before I respond to her.

“Because you’re acting funny! You’re too quiet so I thought that maybe you were cranky because of that time of the month. I mean, it’s normal you don’t have to be embarrassed if you are. I’m sure you know all girls have them, but you never do you're weird. Why don’t you ever-”

“I had a bad day and I was trying to think of a way to tell you without upsetting you by it.” She was overthinking but now she had my mind racing as well.

“Why would I be upset by your bad day?” Reagan started to fidget with her fingers and then rubbed the palms of her hands over her jeans the way she does when she gets nervous and the longer she doesn’t talk to me the more tense I get by the unsettling silence.

“Reagan talk now, please. Why would I get upset by your bad day?”

“Before I say anything, promise me you’ll try to stay calm and listen to me without saying anything.” I put my fork down and put my elbows on the table interlocking my fingers together while resting my chin on my knuckles.

“You’re making it worse by drawing it out like this.” I whisper shouted at her but she still didn’t say anything. She won’t until I promise, stubborn woman.

“I promise that I will try to be quiet and not get upset by whatever it is you’re going to say...maybe...” Reagan quirked an eyebrow not satisfied with my promise.

“That’s as good as its going to get Reagan now talk.”

She took another deep breath before rushing out her words.

“I talked to Peyton to tell him to leave me alone, but he told me that he thinks that Laurie is the one that told about us and got me kicked off my internship. I talked to her today and asked her about it and now she’s not speaking to me because I offended her.”

When I heard his name I saw red and everything else she said was in one ear and out the other. I closed my eyes and my fists tightened around each other before I spoke.

“You’re talking to him?” I spoke slowly as if I was still trying to process what was said to me and had to repeat it to understand it.

“Harry no not like that I just want him to leave me alone.” Reagan cautiously stood and walked around the table to where I was sitting across from her. My jaw clenched and I left my chin on my hands afraid that if I moved I would explode.

Reagan got to my side and crouched down so that we were at eye level. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye still seething and grateful that she hasn’t touched me.

“Why do you even have any communication with him?! You wouldn’t have to ask him to leave you alone if YOU weren’t talking to him too!” I shouted at her then lowered my voice remembering that my mum was still up in her room asleep and that I didn’t want her to hear our business.

“No H. it wasn’t like that I promise, please listen?!” I could see her start to panic as she should.

I rubbed my hand over my face and through my hair before I stood abruptly from the table. I could feel myself shaking and I knew that I was going to yell so started to walk towards the basement and heard Reagan’s footsteps behind me as she followed me down. I turned on my heel to face her as soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs and she stood there frozen staring back at me.

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*Reagan’s POV*
Harry’s eyes were dark and cold and I know that he’s angry but I don’t want it to end up like last time. I won’t lose him again. It’s best that I tell him now rather than him hearing it from somewhere else or mysteriously finding out by himself.

“START TALKING!” Harry startled me and I could feel my heart rate quicken.

“Harry please calm down? It wasn’t like that I was at the airport coming back here from San Francisco when we started talking and-”

“You were with him in California? You were there with him instead of me! I knew it!” Harry ran his hands through his hair and started pacing back and forth. His eyes were still cold and dark but they filled with pain. All I wanted to do was run up to him and wrap him in my arms and tell him that wasn’t the case but I know I can’t do that now.

“No Harry I wasn’t there with him he was working there too I didn’t find out until I was on the plane to come back. My focus in California was working and getting back to you! Listen baby, listen please?”

Harry sat down on the couch that carries one of my favorite memories between us on it as if he was devoid of all his energy. He rubbed his finger over his bottom lip before he pinched it between his middle finger and thumb. He was still shaking with anger but at least he was sitting down quietly. This could be a good or bad thing, but I stilled my anxieties to explain myself to him.

“I saw him on the plane and he was being overly nice to me and at first I didn’t want to talk to him, but he wanted to explain himself. I ended up hearing him out and I fell for it because me and Channel got into an argument and I felt like I had no friends here for me. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to talk to you again and that you wouldn’t take me back. I thought I had a friend in him but I don’t and I don’t want to be friends with him anymore. I only did it because I was lonely H. And now Laurie is pissed at me because of a stupid idea that he put into my head.”

Harry looked up at me on the couch and his eyes were still dark but the expression on his face was unreadable. I spoke again to try to calm his nerves more as the tension between us grew.

“Nothing happened Harry. I only saw him twice, the day I landed here when he talked to me and at the seminar because we both work for doctors. Everything else was on the phone.” His eyes began to soften but then shot open wide and hardened again when I mentioned the phone conversation.

“You have his phone number?!”

“I just never bothered to delete it. I wasn’t talking to him in California. The thought of him made me sick because it was because of him that I lost you.”

“But it wasn't all him was it?! IT TAKES TWO PEOPLE TO FUCK REAGAN! Give me your phone.” Harry held out his hand with a mixture of fire and ice in his eyes and I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly.

“What?”

“Give me the fucking phone now!”

“I’m. Not. A Child! Don’t talk to me that way!” I was indignant when I know I had no right to be right now. Harry stood from the couch and took a step towards me with his eyebrows furrowed and I stepped back. Another emotion flashed in his eyes too quick for me to see when he stopped in his tracks and looked at me before he took another step, backwards this time.

I reached my hand in my back pocket and handed H. my phone hoping to smooth over my reaction to his demand. He looked at me then took it and sat back down on the couch reading my messages, I’m sure to see if what I told him checked out. When he handed it back to me all of my messages from Peyton were gone and so was his number. Harry put his head in his hands and it was quiet in the room for a while before I broke the uneasy silence.

“Are you angry with me?”

No response.

“Harry?”

Nothing, he said nothing and it made my anxiety rise tenfold. I dropped my head and turned to go back up the stairs. When Harry didn’t follow me I went into his room and closed the door to try and calm myself. I went to the side of the bed that he sleeps on and wrapped my arms around his pillow breathing him in. If he leaves me I’ll have his scent imprinted in my brain along with everything else there that reminds me of him.

Notes

HI guyyyys! I did it! Lol surprise double update day! But before I talk about the update I wanted to tell you guys that I put my first story on a review page and I got a 9 out of 10 I was soo excited lol So if you havent read the first It Takes Patience, give it a look at tell me what you thought about it. Now, what did you all think of this chapter? It is a good thing that she told him this time around right? Or, will it stir up more problems between them? Leave me loads of comments to let me know annnd vote vote vote and subscribe if you're liking my little story so far! LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING Xx! :D

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I was talking with some of my readers and now I'm interested...how old are some of you? I think it would be soo cool to have readers of different age groups :D