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8. Chapter 8

Savannah's POV

It was a nice day today, three days after the kiss, and I still couldn't get it out I my mind. It replayed over and over in my head. I got brought back to reality when a woman bumped into me. "Geez, doesn't even apologize." I rolled my eyes as I looked back at her.

"Ignore her." Of course Harry brushed it off. It was silent between us for a while, which normally doesn't happen. He looked at me from the corner of his eye, and I knew something was coming. "What are you thinking about?" Told you.

"It's nothing Harry." My turn to shrug off a problem, to him it was going away, but to me it was still stuck there on repeat. My whole life played back in my mind, and I started to feel it affecting me.

"Never heard that one before." He sighed, sarcastically. As I went to reply I heard a voice shouting my name. At first I thought it was in my head, but it edged closer, and soon I heard people saying 'ow', 'watch it', 'jerk', so I turned my head but no one was there looking for me. Just before my eyes left the crowd, his head popped through. I stopped and waited for him, I don't even know why.

Harry touched my shoulder trying to get me to go. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I feel like I have to. "Come on. Don't worry about him." Harry's face was full of worry. I should go, and leave him behind, but it was too late.

All the people had finally passed between us. Mikey took me in his arms and squeezed me. I didn't have the courage to hug him back.

"Why are you here?" My voice shook with fear, excitement, and maybe a dash of love.

"I missed you." He tapped the edge of my nose, which made my cheeks flare. He cleared his throat and continued. "I wanted to say I'm sorry." He went to grab my free hand, but Harry got it first. I thought he was going to break it, but I couldn't say anything in front of Mikey.

"Well that's great, apology not accepted. Now we had plans, goodbye." Harry went to turn, pulling me with him, but Mikey opened his mouth again.

"I see." He nodded at us, but obviously he wasn't done. "But all the decisions aren't made by you Styles. What if she wants to accept my apology? What if she wants to talk to me? What if she didn't want to come here? Have you asked her once what she wants?" He walks toward Harry as he talks. Soon he's in his face, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"I know her ten times better than you ever could have. I know she doesn't want to accept your apology. I know she doesn't want to talk to you. I know she wanted to come here, but she's scared of what you'll do if she tells you that herself. I'm not afraid of you Mikey, so there it is. I think it's best if you leave us alone, and guess what? So does she." I stood staring at Harry. He's never done anything like this before. Mikey nodded his head, but once again, I knew he wasn't done. He doesn't give up that easily.

"Mikey just go. I've had enough of this." His gaze shot at me, then he nodded again.

"You will regret this my dear." He breathed right in my face, his eyes piercing mine, I think I started shaking, but I really don't remember. "And you Styles, you're dead." His finger in his face, I could see Harry tense up, but I knew he wasn't going to do anything. No matter how bad he wants to. At a moment like this I really wish I could read minds. Mikey I thought was gone, but next thing I know Harry is on the ground.

Harry's POV

I let him punch me, I let myself fall to the ground, but then I stood up wiping myself off. I balled my fist and bit my lip. I laughed a little, shaking my head at him, then I turned and walked away. She followed, grabbing my hand when she caught up. I looked back to see him kick a light pole and storm back the way he came.

"Are you ok?" About time someone broke the silence.

"I'm fine" I answered almost immediately, although I wasn't.

"Ok." She didn't even try, that's not like her.

"I think the question is, are you ok?" I looked at her and she shook her head. "What's the matter?"

"I can't tell you." Her eyes stayed straight ahead so I couldn't tell if she was tearing up, but it sounded like it.

"Here?" I pointed at the concrete.

"No, not at all." I didn't even try. I knew it had something to do with Mikey and there was no way she was going to tell me, so I let it be. I probably didn't need to know anyways.

"I'm kinda hungry." I said, trying to break the silence for the third time today.

"You are a growing boy, of course you're hungry."

I noticed a frozen yogurt sign, but I wasn't actually hungry. I just thought about how cool it must be in there. I started walking faster and faster, until I was almost running, to the door. Walking into the shop was like going straight from Death Valley to Antarctica.

"This was the best idea we've had all day." Savannah spoke as we sat at a table. Just then the girl behind the counter caught my eye. She looked up and noticed me. Her face lit up and she ran towards me.

"Harry is that you? Its been forever." Her voice made me think of someone I used to know, but I couldn't put a finger on it.

"Do I know you?" I took her in, her blonde hair was in a ponytail. She had bright green eyes and freckles, and her skin showed a tan line on her neck.

"I can't believe you don't remember me." She put her hands on her hips. Her lips went from a curve to a line. "Tiffany?" Savannah's mouth dropped, my eyes widened, what a coincidence.

"Yes, of course Tiffany." I smiled at her. It really was her, I remembered now.

"You look a bit shocked?" She said.

"Well I am. More that you actually remember me than anything."

"Why wouldn't I remember you?" She put her hands on her hips, so a girly girl. I can't believe I was into her.

"We never really did anything fun." I shrugged my shoulders.

"What do you mean by that?" Now she was pissed. She had her arms crossed. Her eyes looked stormy, and she was tapping her foot.

"You know it was mostly just friends hanging out." I shrugged. I didn't really remember much between us. Oops.

"Nice to hear you thought of it that way. Go ahead and tell our four hundred make out sessions that." She stormed away, back behind the counter, but now out of sight.

"Harry. My god." Savannah kicked at me.

"What? I forgot. I'm sorry. Wait, that means it actually is fourteen." We both laughed for a moment.

"Seriously, you need to go talk to her. I'll wait outside for you." She got up, and walked away. I wanted to follow, I felt lost without her. Even if he was just outside. And I definitely didn't want to go talk to Tiffany, but I'm a strong boy... I can do it.

"Tiffany!" I called for her from the counter. "Tiff-"

"What do you want?" She came out and stood in front of me with her arms crossed.

"I'm sorry, and there's something I need to talk to you about." It was silent for a moment. "Please? I don't have anybody else."

"What?" She seemed a little less sour.

"Her." I pointed out the glass window. On the sidewalk, against the glass was the one person I couldn't get rid of. Day or night. "I don't know what to do Tiffany. It's driving me crazy."

"You love her?" She smiled.

"Of course I love her. She's my best friend." I rolled my eyes when she wasn't looking.

"Not like that Harry. I mean you love, love her? Don't you?"

I watched her out the window trying to make up my mind. I know I feel something different than I used to, but I don't know what it is yet. Do I really love, love her?

"Oh, you do! I can see it." She was beyond excited now.

"It's there in your eyes, and in your voice when you talk about her. It's there. You love her Harry." Her face was red. She had been way too excited.

"Yeah..."

"Well I have to get back to work. But maybe can catch each other again sometime?" I didn't hear any of that, to be honest.

"Yeah..." I said again. I was lost in thought, didn't even know I walked out the door.

"Harry what's up?" Savannah nudged my arm.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go then." She tugged at me.

"Yeah." I nodded. Then shook my head a little. Hello? Wake up Harry.

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What are we gonna eat?" She asks as soon as we step into the house. Reminds me of an old friend of mine.

"What do you mean?" I looked at her. I did cook everyday. Could she not cook?

"Harry, you're the cook." She said it like it was obvious.

"I worked at a bakery a few years ago."

"Exactly, you cook." She threw some things out of the fridge, what I'm guessing I have to work with today. "Oh, and I think we need time away from each other or we'll go insane." She shrugged. Just a suggestion, and a terrible one actually.

"Two months. We'll manage." I was a bit snappy, but I definitely didn't want it to happen.

"Well I don't know. It was just a thought. We normally aren't living together."

"Just relax. That's what we came here for right? Don't stress about it. If something comes up, we'll take care of it then. Until that time, stop being so worried."

She ran out of the room and up the stairs. I went to follow her, but then there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, there was Mikey.

"Has she told you yet?" He shifted from one leg to the other.

"Told me what?" I crossed my arms. Whatever he was asking about, it couldn't be good.

"She hasn't. Good." I could see him, mentally, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I tighten my fist. Man this guy pisses me off.

"Come out here and I'll tell you."

"I've got bigger problems, and I don't trust you."

"Why don't you just let me in then?" He smirked. He couldn't e serious.

"Not in a million years." I leaned against the frame, my arms crossed.

"It's not really your decision Styles. We aren't in London anymore." His brown eyes seemed to turn almost a black.

"Really Mikey? And if I don't let you in, what could you possibly do about it?" It was silent for a few moments, but I couldn't look at him. He was, I admit, too intimidating for my liking.

"I still love her, and you can't just come a long and suddenly-"

"You think you love her." I had to correct him.

"I know I do, and you are in my way." His finger was now in m face. "I see you Harry. I know why you're doing this. I know everything about you."

"Right." I rolled my eyes.

"Lets talk about it Harry, because we both know she doesn't love you." He smirked again. He knew he was going down the wrong path, and he was enjoying very second of it. "Poor Harry, in love with a girl who will nev-"

"You know nothing about the way I feel." I stood up straight now, but I was ready to punch this guy.

"Harry, Harry, Harry." He shook his head. "I have people everywhere. Meaning, I know exactly how you feel." What was that supposed to mean? Well who have I told...

"Tiffany." I looked up at him. He smiled.

"Do you think a girl like her would actually work at a place like that? I was paying her until you guys walked into the shop one day. It just happened to be today. And there's more people than you think... Andrea for one." I'm sure he's got a list that could go on forever.

"Andrea? You're joking?"

"She was expecting a little something for her... Hmm, most acceptable apology." He scanned me and I knew then what she was looking for.

"Well that is enough for me. I slammed the door, set my head against it. Why do we have to deal with this? I silently asked myself, but never found a reply.

"Why would he do this?" I jerked my head up. You've got to be kidding me?

I walked over to her. "Because, and for no other reason than this, he's an asshole." She started to shake her head, finally agreeing with me. I took her into a hug, her tears started soaking into my shirt.

"Harry, I have to tell you something." Her words were a bit muffled.

"What is it love?"

"It's about Mikey." She backed away from me, looking at the ground.

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