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Truth Part 1
Harry's POV:
"LONDON CALLING LONDON CALLING" I laugh as Lyla is signing out loud. We are in the car that has just picked us up from the airport on the way to my house, her gran got picked up at the airport but we will see her in a couple days.
I admire Lyla looking out the window at London's familiar rain. "Were here" I unbuckle my seatbelt.
We quickly run in my house both of us carrying our luggage, escaping the heavy rain.
"Wow this place is amazing" she looks around admiring my house. "Eh it's just a house" I shrug my shoulders. "So" I wrap my arms around her waist kissing her cheek, making her giggle cutely. "What you wanna do" I wink. She breaks away "I'm quite tired actually." She sits on the couch her eyes still looking around the room.
"Ok come on" I take my hand out and she takes it.
"You can sleep in here. My room" I look in her eyes and she smiles. She collapses on the bed and I hover on top of her. "I just have to head out for a bit ok." I kiss her forehead. She sits back up "Where you going?" She asks
"Have to do a few things." I grab a jacket from my closet and put it on, "Oh ok'" She looks down to the ground.
Lyla's POV:
I try and sleep in Harry's king size bed, but I just can't. The only thing running in my mind is how did I let things get this far, I am vacating with him in at his home, back in the LA it's different here England is his home. I decide to take a little tour of his home, it is so massive the size my little apartment fits in his bedroom alone.
I find a book on the bookshelf 'Me Before You' and take it to the lounge room and sit on the couch and wrap the blanket around me and begin to read.
After ten pages in I hear Harry come in. "Hey" He closes the front door and makes his way to me. "Good choice" He says referring to the book.
"So where you been?" I ask closing the book. "Just out"
He gets up and picks up what seems grocery shopping and heads into the kitchen to put the stuff away. I get up and join him sitting on the kitchen stool watching him put stuff in the fridge. His acting very quiet for whatever reason. "Hey you ok?" I ask him.
"Yea all good" He closes the fridge door and goes bag to the grocery bag. I decide not to push him so I let it go for now.
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We are having dinner sitting in silence, eating our Chinese takeout the only noise is the chopsticks hitting our plates. I don't know whats going on, wait what if he knows about me, what if he knows everything. I put my chopsticks down and wipe my mouth with the serviette. "Harry I think you should know something"
He looks up and takes a sip of his water. "Yea" He looks back down. "Ok are you sure your ok" I say a bit louder. "Yea why wouldn't I be?" He plays with his food. Then I crack it not at him per say but at me and the coward that I am. I get up and flip my plate over, food landing everywhere and see Harry's confused face. I cannot even comprehend what I have just done what the hell is wrong with me.
"I'm sorry" I faintly whisper. I get on my knees on the floor and start to cry hard, I have no idea what is happening to me but I just cry and cry and can't control myself, my breathing becomes heavily.
"Hey, hey" Harry rushes down to me and tries to calm me but I push him away. "Lyla, your scaring me what's going on."
All I want to do is scream right now but no words will come out. "Lyla, please" he pleas with me He picks me up bridal style and lays me down on the couch.
About twenty minutes later I have calmed down and Harry is laying with me in his bed now. "Lyla please talk to me." I turn myself around and look in his innocent pure eyes. I caress his cheek. "I love you so much." A tear spill from my eye.
"I love you to Lyla, so much. Please tell me what's going on?" He looks in my eyes.
"Just know that I never meant for any of it to go this far, and everything I feel for you is real."
"Ok so.............."
"LONDON CALLING LONDON CALLING" I laugh as Lyla is signing out loud. We are in the car that has just picked us up from the airport on the way to my house, her gran got picked up at the airport but we will see her in a couple days.
I admire Lyla looking out the window at London's familiar rain. "Were here" I unbuckle my seatbelt.
We quickly run in my house both of us carrying our luggage, escaping the heavy rain.
"Wow this place is amazing" she looks around admiring my house. "Eh it's just a house" I shrug my shoulders. "So" I wrap my arms around her waist kissing her cheek, making her giggle cutely. "What you wanna do" I wink. She breaks away "I'm quite tired actually." She sits on the couch her eyes still looking around the room.
"Ok come on" I take my hand out and she takes it.
"You can sleep in here. My room" I look in her eyes and she smiles. She collapses on the bed and I hover on top of her. "I just have to head out for a bit ok." I kiss her forehead. She sits back up "Where you going?" She asks
"Have to do a few things." I grab a jacket from my closet and put it on, "Oh ok'" She looks down to the ground.
Lyla's POV:
I try and sleep in Harry's king size bed, but I just can't. The only thing running in my mind is how did I let things get this far, I am vacating with him in at his home, back in the LA it's different here England is his home. I decide to take a little tour of his home, it is so massive the size my little apartment fits in his bedroom alone.
I find a book on the bookshelf 'Me Before You' and take it to the lounge room and sit on the couch and wrap the blanket around me and begin to read.
After ten pages in I hear Harry come in. "Hey" He closes the front door and makes his way to me. "Good choice" He says referring to the book.
"So where you been?" I ask closing the book. "Just out"
He gets up and picks up what seems grocery shopping and heads into the kitchen to put the stuff away. I get up and join him sitting on the kitchen stool watching him put stuff in the fridge. His acting very quiet for whatever reason. "Hey you ok?" I ask him.
"Yea all good" He closes the fridge door and goes bag to the grocery bag. I decide not to push him so I let it go for now.
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We are having dinner sitting in silence, eating our Chinese takeout the only noise is the chopsticks hitting our plates. I don't know whats going on, wait what if he knows about me, what if he knows everything. I put my chopsticks down and wipe my mouth with the serviette. "Harry I think you should know something"
He looks up and takes a sip of his water. "Yea" He looks back down. "Ok are you sure your ok" I say a bit louder. "Yea why wouldn't I be?" He plays with his food. Then I crack it not at him per say but at me and the coward that I am. I get up and flip my plate over, food landing everywhere and see Harry's confused face. I cannot even comprehend what I have just done what the hell is wrong with me.
"I'm sorry" I faintly whisper. I get on my knees on the floor and start to cry hard, I have no idea what is happening to me but I just cry and cry and can't control myself, my breathing becomes heavily.
"Hey, hey" Harry rushes down to me and tries to calm me but I push him away. "Lyla, your scaring me what's going on."
All I want to do is scream right now but no words will come out. "Lyla, please" he pleas with me He picks me up bridal style and lays me down on the couch.
About twenty minutes later I have calmed down and Harry is laying with me in his bed now. "Lyla please talk to me." I turn myself around and look in his innocent pure eyes. I caress his cheek. "I love you so much." A tear spill from my eye.
"I love you to Lyla, so much. Please tell me what's going on?" He looks in my eyes.
"Just know that I never meant for any of it to go this far, and everything I feel for you is real."
"Ok so.............."
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4/19/16