Just Harry and I.

*SCARLETT'S POV*

I just left after that, nothing else was said. The only person who would have been able to cheer me up was my mum and that was impossible. I missed her so much, it still hadn't dawned on me that she was never coming back. I needed her. With all my heart.

I had considered killing myself, I really had. Just so I could be re-united with her. But that was unfair. There were millions of people fighting for their lives at that very second and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't mind switching situations. My mum would be disappointed with me too, she'd want me to be strong. All I did was cry, that's all my body would allow.

I sank down the corridor wall, head in hands. Each and every day was getting worse. Why couldn't I fall in love with a guy who was simple? To be honest though, the complications to our relationship made it that much more exciting.

I didn't know how this argument was going to end, if it was a argument. I didn't want Harry and I to break up again. I shouldn't have got mad he was jealous. What kind of girlfriend yells at her boyfriend for being protective? I was a bitch. I didn't see why he liked me. What if he was still in love with Taylor? It would explain why he trusted what she had to say, despite whether it was true or not. Liam would have told Harry when he was ready. He just felt so guilty. He was right to keep it to himself, it would have destroyed the band. To me, I didn't think it seemed like a betrayal. I think Liam actually loved her and the things people do for love can become over powering. Heart over mind.

I needed mum. She'd sort them all out and have them smiling on the other side of it. That's how she was. I wish I was liker her, I'd always hoped to be. I guess that wasn't what the universe decided for me though, because I always felt so alone and so confused. Mum would always have her head clear and she'd understand everything.

She would comfort me and rock me until the pain disappeared. Just her hold would make me feel better. That would help a lot now. I knew she was watching down on me then, from those big golden gates of heaven. I was never really a big believer in religion, but if heaven was existent, she'd be straight up there without a doubt about it.

People always say they see part of their loved ones in other family members, but I didn't have any. None that were interested in me anyway, and probably weren't even familiar with my existence. I just wanted to see my mum one more time, so I could tell her how much I loved her and missed her. My life would never be the same again without her. My heart felt empty and I felt sick. I wanted to go home, to England. I sort of wanted to go and stay with Anne again. She was the closest thing I had to my mum. She understood me.

I couldn't talk to anyone about this. Not even Dani was acting normal around me anymore. She always seemed distant or reluctant to speak to me. It was hurting. Her boyfriend was far more precious than her best friends feelings. I did get it though, the whole world didn't revolve around me. I knew that. I was there for other people, it was time for someone to be there for me. No matter how greedy it sounded. I didn't think I could ever be alone again.

Mummy, I need you.

"Scar!" Harry sprinted up to me, warily. He looked relieved. "I'm so glad I found you, we need to talk." he continued sincerely. I wasn't really sure where I was because I thought I'd only walked for a couple of minutes when exiting my hotel room. Strange.

"We do," I exhaled. "try to sugar coat the insults as much as possible though, please." I pleaded, he'd probably noticed I'd been bawling my eyes out. I kind of hoped that gained some sympathy.

"Insults? I'm not here to insult you, Scar. I'm here to apologise," I looked up, stunned. He wanted to apologise? He let out a slight laugh, it warmed my body. He then sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "if anything you should be the one cursing me!"

"I suppose. I don't want to lose you, Harry." I mumbled. I didn't. He was the only person to ever make my heart flutter. I needed him to stay strong. For myself. For my mum.

"I don't want to lose you either," he smiled. "I want to explain."

"You don't need to," I replied, shutting his lips. "I believe you, because you're my boyfriend and I'm here to support and love you." from now on my life was going to get better, but that meant commitment. So, I couldn't freak out over stupid things that I forced myself to believe in just because I was sure all of this was too good to be true. I had to learn to accept things. I was actually a very lucky girl. Why couldn't I see that before?

"You're amazing." Harry kissed me softly on the lips.

"Only because I have you." he stood up and offered his hand out for me in order to help me stand up. I took it. We walked hand in hand back to the boys' room.

"I found her." Harry said, bending down to peck me on the cheek.

"Oh my god, Scar. Thank god. I was so worried about you!" Danielle squeaked, running over to me and attacking me with too long of a hug. She cared?

"You and Liam haven't fell out have you?" I bit my lip, whispering to Harry when Liam wasn't in sight.

"Uhm," he sighed. "we're not exactly on a friendly basis at the moment...he did sleep with my girlfriend."

"He didn't sleep with me-"

"Taylor, I meant." he cut me off sharply.

"Harry, I think you should hear him out. He looked so torn up when he explained everything that happened to me."

"That doesn't matter, how he feels about it now doesn't change the past." Harry answered bitterly.

"He loved her!" I exclaimed, raising my voice. I wasn't going to bring that up to spare Liam, but Harry was never going to understand if I didn't tell him.

"and what? 'Love' doesn't mean anything." he spat.

"So I don't mean anything to you then?!" I shouted, about to walk out when he grabbed my wrists. Everyones eyes were watching us, no one daring to say anything or move.

"Scar, don't.You know that's not what I meant."

"Do I? She rejected Liam and it killed him. He had to carry on as if nothing had happened for your sake. But it's just 'love' so I might as well go sleep with Liam!" the volume in my shouting rapidly increased.

"I didn't say anything like tha-"

"Blatantly, I'm not going to do that. Because Harry, 'love' means something to me and I love you."

"I love yo-"

"Don't. Don't say it back unless you mean it," I interrupted. "It's one thing to say 'I love you', it's another to prove it." I paused, his face was spread with sadness, this hurt me but I had to get my point across. "I'm going to find Liam, 'cause apparently I'm the only one who feels sorry for him!" I glared at the others which was inappropriate. They weren't involved in the argument so I shouldn't have brought them into it. It was Harry and I's problem, not there's. I marched out the door to search for Liam.

"Scarlett, I'm coming with you." Harry grabbed his coat and followed me. Scarlett.

"Why?" I asked, bluntly.

"Liam's one of my best friends and you're right." he confessed.

"I want to support you, Harry. But, there's something about you that's saying you're not into this relationship as much as I am." I stated, my voice now calm.

"I am. I need you in my life."

"I can't believe that."

"What do I do, please just tell me!" he pleaded, he fell to his knees.

"Oh, Harry." A tear fell from my eye. "That's something you have to do on your own."

It was strange how we could go from acting so lovey dovey, to practically roaring at each other. I was so confused with my emotions, it was horrible. I didn't feel like me anymore. Everything felt so wrong, so mixed up. I felt nauseous, I had no appetite and one minute I wanted to cry, the next I was all cheery. What. Was. Up. With. My. Life?

We were walking along the path over a bridge by the sea. It was a beautiful scene and I even took a picture of it. We didn't speak for a while but our hands were together. I was afraid if I let go, that would be the end.

"What does this mean for us?" Harry finally questioned, a look of terror distributed across his face.

"It means, if we're meant to be together, everything will sort itself out." That was my theory anyway.

"So like fete?" he bit his lip, making his dimples appear.

"I guess so."

"Fete has never been on my side."

"Me neither." I squeezed onto his hand more tightly, I hoped everything would work out eventually. I loved him from the beginning. Why was I screwing this up for myself?

"There he is!" I spotted Liam sat by himself next to a river at the other side of the bridge Harry and I were heading towards. He was at the bottom of it. "LIAM!" I shouted, legging it down the steps and placing my butt besides his. His eyes were puffy and his nose was red. He'd been crying. My heart sank. There was also a black/purple bruise on his neck. "Harry didn't do this did he?" I swallowed, Liam didn't answer he just gritted his teeth. Harry joined the two of us. No one spoke for a while, we just watched the water as Liam skimmed a rock across the clear, smooth, blue liquid. The colour matching my eyes.

"I'm sorry." Harry apologised.

"I am." Liam nodded.

"I love you." Harry almost sang, now talking to me. It felt full of meaning, it felt so powerful. That's all I wanted. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Fete's on our side." I smiled.

Notes

Just another quick one before I go to bed:)
Why are Scar's emotions running wild?
Does Harry actually forgive Liam?
Is Liam still in love with Taylor?
What's Taylor's plan?
I'd love to know what you think of the story so far!
Please comment your opinions, I'd love to know.
Try to be gentle though, this is my first one and I'm learning hehe:)x x