Trouble

“We need to talk.”

I slipped from under Cameron’s grip, making him stop kissing my neck and give me a questioning look, when I saw his eyes divert to Harry sitting on my bed.

“I’m sorry, I’ll only be a minute, promise” I told him, with an apologetic look on my face. He huffed and looked again at Harry over my shoulder, clearly not happy Harry ruined our almost-intimate moment. As soon as he left I closed the door behind me.

“And may I ask who the hell gave you the right to barge into my room for no reason?!” I exclaimed poking him in the chest.

He stood up immediately backing off, because everyone knows I explode like a bomb when I’m angry.
He removed my finger from his chest and took a deep breath.

“Look. I’m sorry I came into your room, but it’s the only way I could speak to you seeing as though you’ve been avoiding me for the last few days.”
“Okay fine, but couldn’t you wait at my door? You know how much I hate it when people enter my room without telling me!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m sorry”, he said, clearly not.
“But listen. Sit down” he implied, sitting down himself and patting the spot next to him on my bed.

I gave him a questioning look, wondering what is so important he had to wait in my room to tell me and have me actually sit down on my bed, like you see in movies when someone is about to announce something terrible. Anyway, I sat down.

“I know.”
“Know what Harry? Be specifi-“
“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about Zyana” he said, with a frightening serious look. Why was he so serious?

“But how did you…I didn’t tell anyone besides..oh.” Stacy. It was him on the phone with Stacy earlier! But why?
“You promised Zy! You know, promises, the kind of thing you keep? What you’re doing is dangerous and you know how much it’ll hurt your mom when she finds out. And you could get caught!”

What is up with these people lately? First Louis, now Harry? I’m I so out of line?
“You are not my babysitter! I can do whatever the hell I want and I don’t need you – especially not you – telling me what and what not to do. You left once and you can do it again, no one asked you to come barging into my life again! As if that’s not bad enough, here you are telling me about how my actions are so dangerous! Yes they are, but I know perfectly well how to handle them.” I said, out of breath.

“You’re right. I have no right to judge you or your actions but I’m worried about you. Can I at least be worried?” He shifted nervously and ruffled his hand through his hair. God I missed that.
“You’re right Harry…I’m sorry. I’ll be careful. But this isn’t a free card to what you did” I looked at my feet.

“I know, and I want you to know that I really am sorry. That’s all I’ll say until you want to speak to me again.” He looked at me with his emerald green eyes, and I could see the sorrow in them.
He got up and walked to my door, opening it and hearing the loud music from downstairs. He put his hand in his black jeans pocket and turned around, facing me. He turned around.

“For what it’s worth, I think Cameron’s a douchebag.” With that he closed the door and left.
I stared at the wall for a few minutes, when Cameron walked in.

“Hey, what was that all about?” he said, sitting down next to me on the spot where Harry sat. It looked so weird seeing him sitting there where Harry sat just a few minutes ago. "Oh, nothing."

A million thoughts crossed my mind and having sex with Cameron was just not one of them one right now.

Notes

WOW. One month. I. Am. So. Sorry. Really.
This one is for Hanne, one of my best friends. She's been so patiently waiting for this chapter and I feel so bad because it's so short! :s But I'll update tomorrow and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more regularly because I should. I have so many ideas now! And so many plans. Oh gosh.

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