Can't Remember to Forget You
Chapter 26
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Harry’s POV
“What the hell’s your problem, man? You’ve been fucking sulking since you got here.” Louis sneers at me when I throw my Xbox controller across the room after losing to him in a round of Halo.
I choose not to answer and get up to go grab a beer from his dad’s stash of expensive pale ale's in the basement fridge.
“Chloe’s not givin’ it up?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I snap as I twist the cap off the bottle.
“Are you really not getting laid? I thought you said you guys have done it…”
“First of all, you have no idea what you’re talking about; Chloe and I’s sex life, which happens to be none of your business, is perfect. Second of all, shut the hell up and drop it. I’m fine.”
Louis laughs and grabs his own beer. “All right, bro. Chill. But there’s obviously something bothering you. What’s up?”
“It’s nothing. Just a lot on my mind lately.” Like the fact that my girlfriend wants to spend less time with me.
“Talk to me, Haz. Come on, we’re best friends. You know you can tell me anything.”
I groan and scrub my face with my hands. This whole week has been shit, and I just want to drink all of my feelings away for a night. That’s what I was planning on doing while Chloe has all of her friends sleeping over at our house, but now Louis wants to play Dr. Phil, and I know he’s not giving up until I give in.
“Chloe thinks we’re moving too fast.”
Louis gapes at me, and takes a long drink of his beer to buy himself some time to think. “What the hell does that mean?”
“That’s what I said. Apparently she thinks we spend too much time together. Isn’t that what couple are supposed to do? Spend fucking time together?”
“Well, you guys do live together… I can see why she might feel like she needs space. And you are always together and doing shit. Didn’t you say you guys slept in the same bed every night?”
“We did up until last week…” And now I can’t sleep at all.
“But she doesn’t want to break up?”
“No. Well that’s what she says. I just don’t fucking know anymore.” I take a swig of my beer and quickly realize I’m gonna need something a lot more strong to take care of this empty feeling.
“She loves you, Haz. A blind person could see that. I think you’re thinking way too much about this. Girls are always emotional and confusing, just do what she says.”
“I know that, but it fucking sucks,” I admit. “It’s not fun distancing myself from her.” And I sound like a pussy.
“It’s not the end of the world, man. Give her what she wants, and I know she’ll realize it’s not really what she wants. You’re still dating, and you’re still fucking, so I don’t see why you’re so depressed.”
“It’s not just about the sex, Louis,” I snap at him. “I love her, and… just forget it, you don’t understand.”
“All right, fine.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “But quit sulking so we can go to Nialler’s place and get fucked up. I just bombed my chem test today and I’m in dire need of a drink. Enough of this pussy shit.” Louis holds his dad’s expensive IPA up.
“Let’s go,” I agree as I stand up. I’ll just have to deal with these fucking problems in the morning.
Chloe’s POV
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Lexie, one of Brynn’s friends yells over everyone.
Since my dad and Anne are still in Paris, I decided it would be a good idea to invite some of my friends over to ease the temptations Harry and I would have due to the empty house. He went to sleep over at Louis’, and I’m here with Brynn and four of her friends.
“Lex, that’s so eighth grade,” Kelly rolls her eyes.
“We can put in a movie? It’s getting kind of late anyway,” I suggest. I’m really not in the mood for anymore of this sleepover crap.
“Only if we can watch a scary movie!” Brynn adds. “That one with Leo… Oh, Shutter Island! Do you have it?”
“Yeah, somewhere in here,” I say as I search through the shelves of DVD’s.
Once I find the movie, I put it in and turn on the large TV in my dad’s basement. I must say, this house is perfect for sleepovers. But I’d probably enjoy it much more if it was shared with my friends back in Arizona.
The movie begins, and all of the girls finally quiet down, snuggling up under blankets and holding pillows in front of their faces during the scary parts.
We’re all a little jumpy from watching the movie, so when the sliding door across the basement opens up, we all screech like little girls.
“What the fuck, Harry!” I yell, grasping my chest over my heart. What is he doing here?
“Hey, ladies,” He winks as he stumbles through the basement over to where we all sit to watch the movie.
“Hey Harry,” Brynn’s flirtatious voice makes me want to gag. “Do you want to watch this movie with us? It just started.”
“That’s sweet of you Bonnie,” he smiles, “but I’m not sure Chloe here would like that. She doesn’t like hanging around me much.”
“It’s Brynn, actually,” Brynn corrects him at the same time I say, “are you drunk?”
“Just a little,” Harry smirks at me. “So, Sis, do you mind if I stay and watch?”
“Chloe, it’s fine. Let him stay.” Brynn says. I glare at her. She has a fucking boyfriend!
All of the girls are hardly paying attention to us as they focus on the movie. “He needs to go to bed, Brynn, he’s wasted. I’ll be right back.” I announce and get up to support Harry before he trips over his own feet.
I lead him up the stairs and decide to take him outside. I need fresh air, and this might end up in a fight. The other girls don’t need to hear us.
I take his hand and guide him to the beach and sit down in the sand. “What the fuck was that, Harry? And why are you home?”
“Look, I know you don’t like spending time with me anymore, but Niall’s house was dead, and I didn’t want to stay anymore. I just wanted to come home.” Harry slurs as he lays on his back in the sand.
“Harry, that’s not true. Why are you acting like this? You’ve been distant all week and now you’re getting drunk and acting out. What’s going on?”
“Because, Chloe!” He yells like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum.
“Because why, Harry?” My tone is clipped with my frustration. I hate that this is the second time this week he’s gotten piss drunk. We always get into arguments like this when he’s drunk, and I can’t stand it
“Because I love you, but you don’t love me back. It fucking hurts, Chloe.”
What?!
“What are you talking about, Harry? You know I love you. I love you more than anyone else.” I tell him for what feels like the millionth time.
“Then why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore? Or sleep in my bed?”
I sigh and feel a tear roll down my cheek. Is this really what he thinks? That I don’t love him because I wanted to slow down a little? This problem is worse than I thought.
“I just wanted to slow down, Harry. I told you that.” My voice is weak as I explain. “We still spend so much time together, why do you need me all to yourself?”
This week has been hard, but it was the breath I needed. We still spent time with each other and drove to and from school together, but we slept in our own, separate beds, and on Tuesday, I went to Brynn’s house. Apparently that was too much distance for Harry.
“It’s who I am, Chloe! You’re all I have. You’re the only person I care about, the only person who cares about me. You’re the only one I want to be with. I don’t need anyone else.” He says, never breaking eye contact. His bloodshot eyes begin to water, triggering my own tears to fall. “Do you know how it feels when that person doesn’t feel the same way about me?”
His last words were like a stab in the heart. How could he think this? The issue at hand is far more serious than I had first anticipated, and I’m now realizing that maybe Harry’s problems are much more than I can take on alone.
“Harry,” I cry. “I do feel that way about you. That’s why I said we needed to slow down, because what we have is too overwhelming. We’re too young to be having such a close and serious relationship. It’s not good for us.”
“I don’t give a fuck how old we are, I want you in my bed every night. I want to spend every day with you. I don’t want you to worry about what’s normal for our age and go back to how things were.”
I close my eyes in defeat. I can’t help him.
“Okay,” I whisper and wrap my arms around him. “Let’s go back to the way things were. I’m sorry.”
Harry exhales heavily and begins kissing me with so mud fever and passion that I feel light-headed.
“That’s all I ever wanted, Baby.” He whispers into my ear. “You’re all I ever wanted.”
Harry’s POV
“What the hell’s your problem, man? You’ve been fucking sulking since you got here.” Louis sneers at me when I throw my Xbox controller across the room after losing to him in a round of Halo.
I choose not to answer and get up to go grab a beer from his dad’s stash of expensive pale ale's in the basement fridge.
“Chloe’s not givin’ it up?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I snap as I twist the cap off the bottle.
“Are you really not getting laid? I thought you said you guys have done it…”
“First of all, you have no idea what you’re talking about; Chloe and I’s sex life, which happens to be none of your business, is perfect. Second of all, shut the hell up and drop it. I’m fine.”
Louis laughs and grabs his own beer. “All right, bro. Chill. But there’s obviously something bothering you. What’s up?”
“It’s nothing. Just a lot on my mind lately.” Like the fact that my girlfriend wants to spend less time with me.
“Talk to me, Haz. Come on, we’re best friends. You know you can tell me anything.”
I groan and scrub my face with my hands. This whole week has been shit, and I just want to drink all of my feelings away for a night. That’s what I was planning on doing while Chloe has all of her friends sleeping over at our house, but now Louis wants to play Dr. Phil, and I know he’s not giving up until I give in.
“Chloe thinks we’re moving too fast.”
Louis gapes at me, and takes a long drink of his beer to buy himself some time to think. “What the hell does that mean?”
“That’s what I said. Apparently she thinks we spend too much time together. Isn’t that what couple are supposed to do? Spend fucking time together?”
“Well, you guys do live together… I can see why she might feel like she needs space. And you are always together and doing shit. Didn’t you say you guys slept in the same bed every night?”
“We did up until last week…” And now I can’t sleep at all.
“But she doesn’t want to break up?”
“No. Well that’s what she says. I just don’t fucking know anymore.” I take a swig of my beer and quickly realize I’m gonna need something a lot more strong to take care of this empty feeling.
“She loves you, Haz. A blind person could see that. I think you’re thinking way too much about this. Girls are always emotional and confusing, just do what she says.”
“I know that, but it fucking sucks,” I admit. “It’s not fun distancing myself from her.” And I sound like a pussy.
“It’s not the end of the world, man. Give her what she wants, and I know she’ll realize it’s not really what she wants. You’re still dating, and you’re still fucking, so I don’t see why you’re so depressed.”
“It’s not just about the sex, Louis,” I snap at him. “I love her, and… just forget it, you don’t understand.”
“All right, fine.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “But quit sulking so we can go to Nialler’s place and get fucked up. I just bombed my chem test today and I’m in dire need of a drink. Enough of this pussy shit.” Louis holds his dad’s expensive IPA up.
“Let’s go,” I agree as I stand up. I’ll just have to deal with these fucking problems in the morning.
Chloe’s POV
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Lexie, one of Brynn’s friends yells over everyone.
Since my dad and Anne are still in Paris, I decided it would be a good idea to invite some of my friends over to ease the temptations Harry and I would have due to the empty house. He went to sleep over at Louis’, and I’m here with Brynn and four of her friends.
“Lex, that’s so eighth grade,” Kelly rolls her eyes.
“We can put in a movie? It’s getting kind of late anyway,” I suggest. I’m really not in the mood for anymore of this sleepover crap.
“Only if we can watch a scary movie!” Brynn adds. “That one with Leo… Oh, Shutter Island! Do you have it?”
“Yeah, somewhere in here,” I say as I search through the shelves of DVD’s.
Once I find the movie, I put it in and turn on the large TV in my dad’s basement. I must say, this house is perfect for sleepovers. But I’d probably enjoy it much more if it was shared with my friends back in Arizona.
The movie begins, and all of the girls finally quiet down, snuggling up under blankets and holding pillows in front of their faces during the scary parts.
We’re all a little jumpy from watching the movie, so when the sliding door across the basement opens up, we all screech like little girls.
“What the fuck, Harry!” I yell, grasping my chest over my heart. What is he doing here?
“Hey, ladies,” He winks as he stumbles through the basement over to where we all sit to watch the movie.
“Hey Harry,” Brynn’s flirtatious voice makes me want to gag. “Do you want to watch this movie with us? It just started.”
“That’s sweet of you Bonnie,” he smiles, “but I’m not sure Chloe here would like that. She doesn’t like hanging around me much.”
“It’s Brynn, actually,” Brynn corrects him at the same time I say, “are you drunk?”
“Just a little,” Harry smirks at me. “So, Sis, do you mind if I stay and watch?”
“Chloe, it’s fine. Let him stay.” Brynn says. I glare at her. She has a fucking boyfriend!
All of the girls are hardly paying attention to us as they focus on the movie. “He needs to go to bed, Brynn, he’s wasted. I’ll be right back.” I announce and get up to support Harry before he trips over his own feet.
I lead him up the stairs and decide to take him outside. I need fresh air, and this might end up in a fight. The other girls don’t need to hear us.
I take his hand and guide him to the beach and sit down in the sand. “What the fuck was that, Harry? And why are you home?”
“Look, I know you don’t like spending time with me anymore, but Niall’s house was dead, and I didn’t want to stay anymore. I just wanted to come home.” Harry slurs as he lays on his back in the sand.
“Harry, that’s not true. Why are you acting like this? You’ve been distant all week and now you’re getting drunk and acting out. What’s going on?”
“Because, Chloe!” He yells like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum.
“Because why, Harry?” My tone is clipped with my frustration. I hate that this is the second time this week he’s gotten piss drunk. We always get into arguments like this when he’s drunk, and I can’t stand it
“Because I love you, but you don’t love me back. It fucking hurts, Chloe.”
What?!
“What are you talking about, Harry? You know I love you. I love you more than anyone else.” I tell him for what feels like the millionth time.
“Then why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore? Or sleep in my bed?”
I sigh and feel a tear roll down my cheek. Is this really what he thinks? That I don’t love him because I wanted to slow down a little? This problem is worse than I thought.
“I just wanted to slow down, Harry. I told you that.” My voice is weak as I explain. “We still spend so much time together, why do you need me all to yourself?”
This week has been hard, but it was the breath I needed. We still spent time with each other and drove to and from school together, but we slept in our own, separate beds, and on Tuesday, I went to Brynn’s house. Apparently that was too much distance for Harry.
“It’s who I am, Chloe! You’re all I have. You’re the only person I care about, the only person who cares about me. You’re the only one I want to be with. I don’t need anyone else.” He says, never breaking eye contact. His bloodshot eyes begin to water, triggering my own tears to fall. “Do you know how it feels when that person doesn’t feel the same way about me?”
His last words were like a stab in the heart. How could he think this? The issue at hand is far more serious than I had first anticipated, and I’m now realizing that maybe Harry’s problems are much more than I can take on alone.
“Harry,” I cry. “I do feel that way about you. That’s why I said we needed to slow down, because what we have is too overwhelming. We’re too young to be having such a close and serious relationship. It’s not good for us.”
“I don’t give a fuck how old we are, I want you in my bed every night. I want to spend every day with you. I don’t want you to worry about what’s normal for our age and go back to how things were.”
I close my eyes in defeat. I can’t help him.
“Okay,” I whisper and wrap my arms around him. “Let’s go back to the way things were. I’m sorry.”
Harry exhales heavily and begins kissing me with so mud fever and passion that I feel light-headed.
“That’s all I ever wanted, Baby.” He whispers into my ear. “You’re all I ever wanted.”
OMG this story made me cry I really hope you do book 2 i really love this story it made me cry a lot.i look forward on reading more stories from you.
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