72. Boiling Insides
“(He cooed softly.) I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have behaved like this Becky…” He placed his hand on my lap, but to my shock, I just repelled it away. “Harry you are not yourself lately and neither am I, I think it’s better if w- …” He interrupted me directly with his pleading voice: “No don’t say it, please…!” I scrunched my eyebrows together, what did he think I was going to say?!
“I was going to say, (I sat straight and looked at him), we should have some rest today after the concert; like you go back to the hotel and sleep, and so will I at home with the girls.” He breathed strongly in relief, well that was awkward. “Yes baby, whatever you want will happen, just don’t give me a heart attack like you almost did right now, ever again please...” He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me slowly.
“What do you mean give you a heart attack? Did I do something wrong?” I frowned and he shook his head and finally his white pearls showed: “No, but I thought you were going to say something else than what you told me, love. I’m so sorry that I over reacted and threw my frustration on you, I know that you need to spend as much time as possible with you mother. (I nodded and held his hand that I previously repelled.) I just was sad and a little bit depressed because I thought you aren’t going to come see me perform tonight. (He looked deeply in my eyes and spoke softly.) You know, I had in mind that I wasn’t going to perform because you weren’t going to show up…” He lifted my hand, which was in his, and kissed it tenderly.
“Harry, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but babe I need you to just be more rational with your thinking before you act, deal?” He nodded and I leaned to snuggle our noses together, and we both breathed out our tension. “It’s strange that you’re wearing one of my favorite colors.” I lifted one eye brow playfully, and replied: “It’s not strange; I arranged it for that reason smarty! Hehe.” He kissed my forehead, and then a knock on the door frightened me and Harry.
“They told me I would find you here!” A perfect blonde, with sensational features of beauty, walked into the room and Harry jumped from his seat to greet her. My insides boiled from the scene of them hugging and laughing, who on earth is she and why is she all over my man!? Harry snapped back to reality and looked at me, as I stood up and held my purse in my hand; I won’t stay here anymore.
“I’ll leave, (I threw a fake smile on the perfect blonde.)” Harry grabbed my wrist strongly and pulled me back to stand beside him, as his hand snaked over my waist. “Cara, this is my girlfriend Rebeca Lane; Becky this is my dear friend Cara Delevingne.” A name that has a perfect ring to it as well? Harry and Cara is much nicer to say than Harry and Rebeca; Jesus where on earth did Harry meet this perfect girl!? Why are you testing my jealousy meter God!?
“(She stretches her hand and shook mine with a grin on her face, that I felt like slapping!) It’s finally nice to meet you; Harry never stops talking to me about you!” What!? So my Harry talks to this girl and I don’t know about it!? Ugh I can’t take it anymore! “(I cleared my throat and nodded with a hardly broken smile.) Well that’s because he’s in love with me as much as I am in love with him. (I grab Harry’s chin and splash a quick passionate kiss on his lips; he looks so surprised and confused.) Right, babe?” He nods slowly as he felt how awkward the whole action was.