Chapter 33:
Harry's P.O.V.


The room was steamy and hot. Too moist to be any bedroom or bar. This place was either pitch black, or I was still trapped inside my mind. My head pounded, but it was nothing more than usual. "Harry." A voice boomed and I was instantly awake. Blurring imagines slowly resolving into a clear image of water. But all of a sudden it was a mirror. "Harry." And it shattered all over. A black while appearing. I wanted to step through it, confused to what else there was to do. Soon enough I was actually awake, facing a very pissed Paris.

"What did I do?" I wasn't sarcastic or rude. I know well enough if Paris is giving me that face, which I've never seen before, I'm in some deep shit.

"Read this letter you wrote to me." Her voice cracked. I did something so bad, my little Paris is crying. That alone makes me feel like shit. But I read the words. They were inflamed and barbaric. Something I regret completely. I don't even understand what could possibly ignite this. "Why?" I took one glance back to Paris, trying not to let her tears make me do any actions she would hate.

"Because you read this. Or only segments of this." Her voice was hushed and scratchy. Results of crying and screaming. Two very bad things.

Everything I could have told you...

I could have told you how much of an asshole you were when me first met. And infact, I think I did. But I didn't tell you anything else for a while. So don't think this is a tell all truth thing, cause it's not. There's no way in the world I could possibly say some of those things to you in person. However, that's what this letter is for. Starting off with the first pleasant moment I ever saw you. After that night of the party. You were all curled up on the floor cause I took your friend Ed's bed. That moment when you were so childishly curled up and crattling the covers like a stuffed animal, a smile on your face, in that moment I was like, 'dang'. Not the most romantic thing, but it gets better...

...I love your dimples and cheeky grins you make after I embarrass myself. And the way your floppy moppy hair looks like you are Tarzan sometimes...

There was absolutely nothing negative besides the things we already know. Nothing that could have inspired me to write a hate note. "I-I don't know why I wrote that Paris, all of it, everything is a lie." She gave me a dull and weary glare. "I'm so sorry and I know you honk on hustings saying that, but for real. I really regret making that."

"Remember the last time we were In this room? You told Bailey how much you despised me. And I took you back, allowed you to remain a friend. I was very generous then. But how do I know you're not just blankly lying to my face again? This is the second time you're hiding feelings. Whether being lied about or not. How can I trust?"

There was one of thre words that set me off the first time. Trust. "I never trust, I learned not to a long time ago. And look at me know. I don't want you to be afraid of things like me." Paris had stopped crying a long time ago it seemed. She looked strong and powerful. Her hollowed out cheek bones and dark eyes. I then realized every time I'm hurt her, she becomes more and more like me. And that's not good. "I'll make it up to you. Dinner, any night you want. We can go to a jazz club, a fancy restaurant, I could make us something! Just let me know if you forgive me."

And much to my struggle, even in my druken and sorry ass state, Paris couldn't resist to assist me out of the room. My gait entirely off, to the point where I had trouble standing. My mind seems to be used to this intoxication, but my body sure isn't.

That's one of the reasons why I Iove her. She's bitter sweat. One minutes she's a cold statue that has every right to hate me, but she's kind hearted and empathetic enough to help me out. And if we weren't in a bad place, I would defiantly show her my gentle affection.

All of a sudden she screams. My jelly legs crawling to the hallway where she was a moment ago. "What's wrong?" I shouted back.

Paris had a proud and disgusted smirk. "When women scream you wonder what’s wrong with them. When men yell you get afraid about what they’re going to do." She crossed her arms and stepped over me. "Looks like I was right."

Paris had "secretly" been working on an assignment about feminism. And my guess would be that this would hold an important role in the female empowerment portion.

Now, the only thing I could do is wait. Paris had to make up her mind sooner or later and I just had to be a good boy until then. Stay on the low, not do anything to be put on the radar. Play it safe and sweet. "Hey Paris!" I shouted and tried to run back. She turned and waited, elevator doors slowly closing. "Jut let me know, please!" I reached a hand out.

Paris gave me a dead stare. Emotionless gaze of judgement. The face ending the moment of hope I had.
"If you wouldn't have left, you would be with her right now." Niall placed a hand I my shoulder. "Stay around the same area for a little while,Hang low. Make sure, in the least obvious way, she knows where you are. A safe reality of reassurance." Niall warned.

"I know." I shrugged him off.

"If you knew, you wouldn't have done it. And Paris wouldn't be knocking my door down while I'm sleeping. If you were smart, she wouldn't need other guys' help." Niall was trying to piss me off by adding the sleeping part and help. "Don't give me that look Harry. If you hate me for this, don't make it happen." He put his hands up and started walking away.


Paris's P.O.V.

"Why did you forgive him so easily? I would have waved goodbye and said 'See you later, bitch!'" Casper intervened with my current predicament.

"You know, I feel like you were way more sincere when I met you a few months ago." Casper laughed, taking a bite out of some Zayn's special recipe of noodles. "Everybody deserves a second chance. I choose to give him that." I sighed.

"But that's the thing Paris, he's had so many chances. The pity factor and guilt are getting you. Sometimes it's okay to be a little selfish and not cave in. " Casper was tarry with her words. "You overlooked the bad once, so you can overlook it again. This time look at only what happened. The past is black. If this happened with any other person, would you forgive them so easy?"

I pondered over this. Would I? After what happened last time, probably not. Unless I knew they were genuine. But that doesn't help me know. Was it cunning? Am I being deceitful and knavish to myself? "Well, he's not entirely off the hook-"

"Well it's defiantly not in his eyes, where it should be. He's dangling on his lip ring he used to have. Could go either way, but leaning towards the water." Casper cut in.

I stole my words back. Along with the authority to verbalize them. "We haven't faught before-"

"Yes you have. Forgetten the time you left, already? He pushed you out of the whole thing. He didn't even fix it himself, Niall did." Casper really seems to dislike Harry.

"So what do you think I should do? You already think my intentions are shit, so what are yours?" I shouted at Casper. Her shut downs were really getting to me.

"I'm not going to sit here and tell you what to do-" I cut Casper off right there, "You just told me exactly what to do. Don't sugar coat it." I mocked.

Casper cleared her throat and started again. "Go ahead, give him another chance. Let him break you some more. But keep in mind you have a perfectly normal, handsome, kind, boy waiting for the time you give Harry. Just wait until Harry gets what he wants. "

"What kind of advice is that?" This was getting heated now. "Ditch Harry so I can go skip over to the next guy? The only reason you seem to care is because Brice has money. Wait until Harry gets what he wants? Do you know his life or something? Just like you seem to know mine? Just stick to your relationship to Zayn, cause I don't want to hear your twisted theories. Stick to your own Goddamn life!" I was enraged.

"Wow, I thought you were to good and nice to be like this. Who knew you could be a little bitch?" Casper sneered.

"Here's a fact: Even the nicest people have breaking points. So don't abuse that and push them to their fucking limits. Because they will turn into the biggest assholes if you do." I spit out and proceeded out of Casper's room.

That proved to be another big bust. Another reason why I prefer having close friends that are guys too. They don't start drama like this. Thankfully, Niall was across the hall walking towards the elevator, on my way out. "Hey Niall, uh, do you have a minute?" He just smiled and held the old frate elevator doors open.

"How'd it go with Casper?" Niall had a knowing smirk.

"Dreadful. But I'll figure out all that relationship shit later. Right now I won't some quality time with one of my best friends." I wrapped my arm around Niall's shoulder.

"Board games, movies, popcorn?" I had a giddy smile. Niall knew me so well.

The rest of the night consisted of numerous games of heated Kings in the Corner, Go Fish, and Squeak. Along with a very long and inaccurate game of Monopoly. Mixed with an occasion stop to refill our supply of popcorn and other snack foods we both craved. As the night progressed and we each grew sleepy and tiresome. We gave each other meaningless tattoos and told stupid little facts about ourselves. But then the mood shifted. As we were both nearly falling asleep in Niall's bed. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a very distressed and heated Harry. I knew when we both woke up, our heads would be served on a plater. But right now, I didn't care, cause Niall is a great pillow, and I was tired.

Notes

So my parents are highly considering buying me tickets to the boys' On The Road Again Tour, and god, I'm so excited!! Even though it's next July... Oh well!

Xoxo