Ari's Pov


I slowly blink my eyes open. I don't remeber falling asleep last night. I lift up my arms to stretch, but when I do I touch somebody. Surprised, I turn to see who it is. Of course it's Harry lying in the hotel bed next to me, His curly hair falling over his face. I get the urge to laugh because it looks cute, but I stop myself.

I clumsily get out of bed. I mentally grumble, I'm still so tired. But I can't go back to bed. I have to find El. With a sudden burst of energy I shower and get ready for the day quicker than I ever have before. I didn't even know I could wash my hair that fast.

After I'm dressed and everything I grab a room key and my purse and close the door behind me. I have no clue where to even start looking for El or even if she stayed in the hotel last night. My best chance, I decide, are to find Paul.

I knock three solid times on his hotel room door. After about a minute the door opens.

"Ari?" Paul asks, obviously just woken up.

I get right to the point. "Did El stay here last night?"

He nods his head. "Room 306." He then closes his door, happy to get some more sleep.

I Walk down the hallway past 10 rooms until I see room 306. I knock on the door. After a few minutes of no answer, I knock again. I impatiently wait while I hear someone getting out of bed and making there way to the door.

"What do you want Ari?" She complains the moment she opens the door and sees me.

I sigh. Here goes nothing. "I'm sorry El. I really am. I know that I have been a real brat lately and, I'm sorry. " I don't know what else to say. I'm not very good at apologies. Never have been, probably never will be.

She looks at me skeptically. "You're not forgiven just yet, Ari. There are some other people you need to apologise to too. You also have to prove you're sorry. Show me you mean it."

And with that, she closes the door, leaving me standing in the hall way dumbfounded. I was so sure she would accept that I'm sorry and we could move on. But that's not what happened. Not at all.

I amble back to my hotel room, not sure what to do next. I insert the keycard and walk into Harry changing his shirt.

"Morning." He says. I look at him. He has several large bruises up and down his chest. He notices me looking and quickly pulls his shirt all the way on. "Where did you go?" He asks, trying to keep me from bringing up the purple marks.

I ignore his question. "Are those from me?" I didn't think I hit him that hard.

He slowly nods his head.

"I ummm, I'm so sorry. I-I don't know whats wrong with me." I shake my head in frustration and storm into the bathroom. I lock the door and slide my back down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor. I bring my knees to my chest and hold them. I am such an awful person. How could I do something like that. I need to change. I'm going to make it no where if that's how I release my anger.

I hear banging on the door. "Ari!" Harry's voice calls. "There's nothing wrong with you. It doesn't matter that I have bruises."

"Yes it does!" I yell back. "I shouldn't do that! Do you know how awful I am?"

Harry's voice softens. "Ari, you're not awful. Trust me. You're a wonderful person. Yes, you have flaws, but so do I. So does everyone else. You just need a way to release your anger. You're not a bad person, you just don't know how to handle stress. "

Is he right? No. He's not. I'm a horrible person. No good person hits people when all that person ever was was nice, helpful and caring.

I am not a good person.

Notes

Omg. I am so sorry for not posting. Like seriously? I'm so sorry.



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