Have you forgotten?

Rafaela's P.O.V.

I ran through the crowd of papz infront of the hotel and slipped in the elevato. Apparently, Zayn's girlfriend was in Sidney as well with her girl band, so Zayn went off to meet her. It was actually good right now that the papz don't see us together until this whole rumour stops. I neared my room and attempted to slide in my card key when I heard some female laughter from Harry's room. I opened the door and went inside, took off my jacket and hung it up. I continued down the small hall and saw Harry and this annoying girl from the opening act, sitting on the bed and having a lovely chat. I thought Harry was mad. How come he became all cheeky in just 20 mins.

“Hey Rafaela, you know Sam, right, from the opening act.“, he said as if he wasn't just being rude to me over the phone for nothing I did.

“Yes Harry, I do, and her name is Samantha. Since when are you two so close that she is SAM to you?“, I asked, rolling my eyes and going to his suitcase to get a tshirt or a hoodie of his which I could change into.

I just hate this girl. She is 28, which is a lot older than Harry, but this doesn't stop her from hitting on him. All the time.

“Oh yeah, yeah, we're close.“, Harry said, making her giggle. It annoyed me to death.

“Harry, we have to talk.“, I said, trying to giver her a polite hint to leave. But she wasn't getting it.

“Well, talk.“, Harry said, propping himself on his elbows.

“I won't disturb you guys and I won't tell anyone, so you can speak, Rafy.“, she finally spoke. My answer was on point already. Harry did it on purpose and I have done nothing wrong so why should he give me a payback?

“Look, you little...“ I stopped myself before I offend her in a way that she would hide from the world's face for a lifetime. “Samantha, I am his girlfriend and so the things we will talk about are private. Now leave.“, I said, trying to keep my cool. She huffed and left.

“What was that? Is it a payback, Harry? Is this your payback? And if yes, then for what?“, I whispershouted in case she was close enough to hear me.

“So you can go on dates with Zayn but I can't meet friends?“, he asked in a calm tone. He acted like this is normal.

“Dates?! Harry, he's my friend, we were hanging out. You know how media makes up stories.“, I said, irrated.

“Oh, come on, I've seen the way he looks at you. And I know he almost kissed you on my birthday. Louis told me after speaking to Zayn one night.“ His voice raised and so did his body from the bed.

“It's past, we were both tired and got carried away but I stopped him. We moved on from that, Harry.“, I explained.

“No, Rafaella. You moved on from it. Go and ask him if he has!“, he shouted, pointing at the door, referring to Zayn.

He might be right...the night in the elevator, the face he makes when I kiss Harry, could it be that...

“You have nothing to say. Because you know.“ Harry came closer to me.

“I can't do this right now.“ I stormed out of his room and went into mine.



Harry's P.O.V.

I feel a bit guilty for using Samantha against Rafaella. Raffy does not deserve it. The fault is all Zayn's. He is the one who uses every possible way to be around my girlfriend. And this pisses me off. Can't he see that she loves me and not him? She is mine. No one else's.

Notes

I love you, sweetheart.