His Love Is Foreign

Harry meets Melanie and starts to feel things he's only felt with one other girl.. They ended horribly and Harry tries his best to take things slow with Melanie but is he over his ex and ready to move on?

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7. Chapter 7

Harry lead me down the corridor of his apartment hallway to his front door. He put the keys in and opened the door allowing me in. 

I stepped in and took a good look around. It was tidy and very open and big and the floors were wooden and nicely polished. 

He closed the door behind him, locking it and rested his hand on the small of my back, leading me towards the kitchen. It wasn't too far from the front door and once in, he went towards the fridge. He opened the freezer and pulled out 2 pieces of ice. He then made his way to the roll of paper towels near by and wrapped it around the ice.

"Here... Sorry I don't have an ice pack but I hope this is okay." He walked towards me asking "Which hurts more?" 

I pointed to my forehead and he lightly pressed the ice against it, causing me to flinch as the sudden cold touched my skin. 

"I got it." I said putting my hand over his. 

He left it there and smiled at me. "I can't get over the fact that you still look beautiful after falling flat on your face." We both laughed a small laugh and he kissed my cheek.

He was incredibly sweet.. How was it possible that he could make me feel pretty after a fall like that? He was definitely something.

He pulled away his hand from under mine. 

"Im gonna go use the bathroom real quick.. Make yourself at home love, you can get out of the kitchen and make your way into the living room if you'd like." 

He walked out and I got down from the counter and walked towards the living room which could be seen from the division of the wall in the kitchen. 

I walked to a large brown leather couch and sat down. I looked around and noticed a few picture frames on the computer desk. One with what might've been his mom, he was sitting next to her giving a big cheesy smile with his arm around her shoulder. He looked young, maybe 15.. 16 at most. I looked at a few more pictures with friends and family when one in particular caught my eye. 

I got up and walked towards it. 

It was him with a girl. I would've assumed it was a friend or sister but that was out of the question. He was kissing her.

The picture was from their shoulders up. She had her hand cupping his cheek and he had one hand on her chin, the other was around her shoulder pulling her close. 

I didn't know what to think. All that was going through my mind was "Why?" 

Why didn't he tell me he had a girlfriend? Why did he kiss me and hit on me and take me out and show an interest in me if he was in a relationship? It couldn't have been his ex.. and if it was an ex why would still he have that picture up? Why didn't I listen to Stephany? 

I felt my throat close and my eyes start to blur because of the tears that I was fighting to keep back. I don't even know why I felt like crying. We were nothing serious, we weren't even in a relationship. 

This is what happens when you're rarely in relationships. You get hurt and heartbroken so much more easily.

"Melanie?" I heard Harry's questioning voice from behind me.

I stepped back and turned around walking straight into him. 

He changed his clothes, now in grey sweats and a black t-shirt along with a grey beanie pulled over his head with chocolate locks coming out on the side.

"What were you doing? How's your forehead? How's your nose? Maybe we should get ice on that too."

I ignored his questions getting straight to the point and asking, not wanting to wait any longer."Who's this?" 

I wanted an explantation more then i should've. 

Harry's POV
She stepped aside and looked back at the picture.

I sighed and she turned back to face me. 

"Melanie.." I trailed off. How could I tell her? How was I supposed to explain this... 

She waited for me to continue but I didn't. Instead, I walked over to the couch and sat down, resting my head in my hands. I rubbed his eyes and sighed again.

"Stephany was right about you, Harry. I should've listened."

I looked up at her. "Stephany? What exactly did she say about me?" What could she have possibly said to her? There's nothing for Stephany to tell. I've seen her around but we've never actually spoke. Maybe it was all the untrue rumors circulating about me.
About me being a womanizer and just playing girls.. Sure, I did get with a lot of women but it was never JUST for the sex. I understand how it could have been seen as that way though.. Maybe thats what Stephany told her.. and the picture of Mia and I.. That probably confirmed all the false rumors to Mel. But it's not what she thought. At all. 

But then i remembered.. my mind raced back to that night. Stephany was there. It was a blur at first but then the memories came flooding back. 

Oh god.

I hope Stephany didn't tell her about that..

"Everything I needed to know. How could I be so stupid?" She continued on.

"No." I shook my head and stood up. I started walking towards her, continuing on. "You don't understand."

She stared at me for a few seconds before turning around and storming off.

She was angry. I didn't want her angry at me. I don't know why it mattered so much..

As soon as she turned around and began to walk away, I followed right after.

"Melanie! Wait!" She didn't even glance back.

She reached for the front door and grabbed onto the door knob. She only opened it a few inches when I reached above her head and pushed it closed.

I grabbed her wrist with my free hand and spun her around to face me.

She gasped and I lowered my face down to hers, my right hand still above her head on the door. I removed my left hand from her wrist and rested it on her waist. 

I grazed my nose with hers and allowed our lips to touch, I didn't kiss her, I teased her. I slowly moved my head, causing our lips brush against each other, but they were barely touching.

I leaned in more and gave her a light kiss. 

Not even a second after, she pushed me away.

"No." 

She turned around and opened the door.

I followed her out.

"Melanie.. Please." I reached out and grabbed her wrist again and spun her around.

I held her shoulders and said "I'll explain.."

Melanie's POV
 We sat down on his couch, I was on the love seat and he was on the longer couch across from me.

"So.." Harry began. "Her name is Mia... She's uh.. She's my ex girlfriend.."

"Bullshit." I said not believing it for one second. "If she was your ex why would you still have that picture up? " I was just about done with Harry at this point. 

"No.. Look.."

"No. You look. If you're just gonna sit here and lie to me fa-"

"GEEZ MELANIE LET ME FUCKING FINISH." Harry's urgent and loud tone of voice caught me off guard. I hadn't expected it. 

"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT MAYBE OTHER GIRLS TAKE YOUR SHIT BUT NOT ME!" I spat back. 

He sighed. "I'm sorry.. You're right.. I shouldn't have lost my cool like that.. But would it kill you to let me finish?"

I stayed quiet and stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"We started dating when we were about 15. We went to school together and dated for about 3 years but it didn't really work out because of differences. We remained friends though, & I still had strong feelings towards her but I wouldn't say it was love. I don't know what it was, but I cared about her.. A lot. More then you'll think after i tell you what happened.. She meant the world to me. Anyways, we soon started seeing each other a few months after our break up. Nothing serious, just a few small dates." He paused and looked down and at the floor before looking up and me and continuing. 

I could tell he was a bit hesitant about doing so but he did anyway.

He swallowed hard and proceeded to say "One night she came over. It was just me and her. We drank a bit and I got a bit tipsy but not drunk. She was never a big drinker and thought I was. She sat me down and she looked at me.

**FLASHBACK**'
"I just.. You definitely are something else, you know that? You drive me nuts and we sure as hell have had out fair share of arguments and I just need to tell you.. I love you Harry."


I don't know what to say. I didn't know she loved me. How could I not realize that she cares about me way more then i care about her?

She's the first person to tell me this and mean it.. 

I want to tell her i love her back. I need too.. Her beautiful eyes look so genuine.

Why am i not saying it? 

I took her hands in mine.

I needed to tell her how I really felt.. "Mia.. Mia I- I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why im telling you this when I should be saying 'I love you' in return but if i did.. I'd just be lying to you." 

This caused her to take her hands out of mine. 

The hurt, the amount of hurt i see in her eyes is unbelievable and for some stupid reason, I don't fully understand, i feel the need to continue telling her how I feel. As if im not hurting her enough. 

I looked at her and said "It's like I'm numb. Like I'm numb towards you. Like I can't feel anything that strong towards you, like its impossible.. I try to. I really try but I can't. And I really want too Mia. And you're a great girl and i know you won't hurt me-" 

**END OF FLASHBACK**
"I never got to finish. She stood up and said in a very calm voice 'God Harry. You're breaking my heart here.' I didn't know what to say so all i did was look down and stay quiet and with that, she was gone." 

At this point I noticed a tear run down one of Harry's cheeks. He sniffled.

"Harry.. Im sorry.. I know it was a tough break up bu-" 

"Oh no. No no no. Im not done yet." He sniffled. "Here's the best part. I tried calling her all day the next day. I showed up to her house. She wasn't there. She was gone. I called up her best friend and she told me she got into an accident. Not a car accident, no. She.. She apparently went on a walk after she left my house. She went to her parents house. They didn't know she was there. She crept into the backyard and went to her old swing set. It was an old thing. Very loose. Horrible condition. She knew this. But she decided to sit on it and start swinging anyway. She was so high up Mel. Her parents heard her scream. They ran out and found her laying in the grass. She was bleeding from her head. She hit her head against a brick.. Her dad called the ambulance and her mom tried to wake her up. She didn't.

I gasped. "Oh my gosh.. Harry im so sorry.." 

He stopped and his jaw tensed. He took a deep breath and said "She was in a coma for 2 months. She eventually did wake up but she suffered from selective amnesia. Of fucking course I was a part of what she forgot. I thought that only happened in fucking movies."

He looked up at me and continued "This type of thing isn't supposed in happen real life. So why did it?"

He sniffled again, taking off his beanie and ran his fingers through his hair. He stared at the floor lost in thought then said "I hurt her. Not emotionally but also physically. She's better off without me & having no idea who I am."

"Bullshit Harry! It's not your fault. You didn't make her fall! You didn't push her off!"

"Yes bu-" 

"No Harry! Enough!" 

"Okay.." He said looking down at his hands and fiddling with his thumbs.

"Look at me Harry." I wanted to make sure he understood. This guilty conscience of his was going to be cleared now, if not now, soon. The only thing he was guilty of was breaking the poor girls heart, not her fucking skull. 

"Harry!" 

He looked up at me, his green eyes watery and full of regret. His tear stained cheeks glistening in the dim light of the living room. 

"It's not your fault.. Say it.."
He hesitated but said it. 

"Please tell me with 100% honesty that you believe that." I said, my voice full of desperation. I couldn't let him live like this, walking by that picture everyday and blaming only himself for this. 

"I can't Mel.. I just can't." He looked at me, eyes filled with hope, hoping that I'd some how make all the guilt magically disappear. 

But that's not how it worked. Only he, himself could get rid of that guilty conscience.

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