More Then Friends! *Completed*

Mia and Harry are great friends Mia is also One Direction's Vocalist so they are pretty much always together but what happens when they fall for each other will, not everything is a smooth sailing as they originally thought it would be.

(Short Fan Fic)

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13. Chapter 13

Mia's P.O.V.:
Harry: Mia, I'm sorry!

I heard him behind me, but that didn't stop me. I grabbed my purse, and headed for the exit. Even when he followed me outside and grabbed my arm, I pulled it free, slipping into a cab quickly. Harry called from outside.

Harry: Mia!
Mia: Plaza hotel, please.
Driver: He with you?

I looked over at him, banging on the window and pulling at my locked door.

Mia: Just go.

Angry tears streaked down my face, I've never felt so...used. I glared out the window, hating how disgusted I felt with him.

Driver: Plaza hotel, miss. $10 please.
Mia: Yup, thank you very much.

I handed him the money and headed inside. My eyes stopped watering, for now, as I stepped in our suite. Hiding myself in my room, I changed quickly ( ) and crawled into bed. I pulled my hair all to one side, tearing up again, still feeling objectified and used. How could he do that?

About ten minutes later a small knock came from my door, and Harry poked his head in.

Harry: Hey...
Mia: Go away.

I rolled over, trying to hide my tear stained face. He came and sat down on the edge of my bed. I ignored him.

Harry: Mia, I'm sorry. That was pathetic and stupid and I had no right to do that to you....Mia, I'm so incredibly sorry.

I sniffled, still ignoring him. He leaned closer to me, pulling at my arm. I pulled it away and tucked it across my stomach.

Harry: Mia, I'm sorry...I'm so so so so sooooo sorry! C'mon talk to me....say something at least.
Mia: I hate you.

He chuckled, pulling at my waist so I laid on my back. I covered my face with a pillow. He laid down next to me, his voice low.

Harry: Mia, I'm so sorry...please put the pillow down.
Mia: No.
Harry: Why? I love your face-

I jolted forward, hitting him with the pillow. He jumped from my bed and I knelt at the edge.

Harry: Ow-Mia!
Mia: Exactly! You love my face! My face! I swear-ugh! How could you do that to me Harry! I've never in my entire life felt so objectified! In my ENTIRE life! And I've dated some real winners in the past, but none of then treated me like that!
Harry: Mia-
Mia: God I hate you!

I hit with the pillow again and again, the tears really flowing now, and again until I fell into his arms. He caught me, holding my face in his hands. I started to stop crying, but I still really hurt from what he did.

Mia: Hate you so much
Harry: Mia, I'm so sorry, I'm scum, absolute scum.
Mia: hate you...
Harry: Mia!

And then I looked in his eyes, his big, honest, caring green eyes. He pulled my face to his, our lips meeting quickly. Tears continued to run down my face, and I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. He laid me back against my pillows, kissing me.

Harry: I'm-
Mia: Sorry, I know.

I held his face securely to mine, loving how complete I felt with him holding me and kissing me. I pulled at the collar of his shirt, feeling him smile against my lips.

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