Sign of the Times

Will it be the time to release the truth? Or will it end? What are the signs they get and is it love?

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13. Feeling

Chapter 13.

I don’t say anything. I just follow him with my eyes as he crawls into bed with me wrapping his arms around my waist. I really shouldn’t be letting him do this, I know he cheated but I just… I just can’t say anything. So I dont.

“Hi baby.” Harry says, his curls falling in my face.  His body smelling of light booze, his cologne and ladies perfume. I cringe, internally and out.  “I know you’re awake LouBear.” He kisses my cheek. I groan and bury my face in my pillow. “Oh, you’re tired, that's alright. For a second I thought you were mad at me. Night babe.” He buries his face in my neck, pulling me closer to his body, his warm breath sending a chill down my spine.

“Night.” I say quietly, opening my eyes watching the boys settle into their bunks. “Night…”

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It hurts, my heart and just genuinely everything else. I know you shouldn't go off and just assume, but I saw it. I saw the used condom. I saw it fall out of his pants. That’s my proof there and it's enough to know what he did. I shift over, falling into a empty space. Once again, Harry Left. I must assume it's morning. I grab my phone, checking the time, 7 a.m... I groan, force myself out of bed karma rubbing my eyes when I'm in the sitting position. The radio plays softly in the kitchen, the aroma of food making me hungry. I stand up knowing Harry's cooking. Harry... I sigh, wanting to forget that memory.

' Hey Lou, how did you sleep?" Harry greets me as I step onto the tile.

"Ok, you?" I grab myself a plate and sit down.

“Fantastic.”  He smiles. Then turns around to focus on his cooking. “The lads should be up soon so we can eat.”

“Are we on the road today?”

“M not sure, I think so…” He takes the pan off the stove, sliding the food onto the tray and placing it in the middle of the table. It looks so good…

“I smell some food.” Niall walks in, rubbing his tummy. “I’m hungry!” He takes a seat in front of me.

“You are always hungry.” Liam says, making me jump.

“Ha! That's true!” Niall laughs, going to grab a slice of bacon.

“No.” Liam slaps his hand. “Wait till breakfast.” Niall drops the bacon, slumping in his seat.

“But Zayn is still sleeping!”

“No I’m not.” Zayn sits next to Niall. “I'm awake.”

“Breakfast?” Niall questions.

“Not yet Horan.” Liam says, grabbing plates and placing them on the table. Harry puts the napkins on the table, grabbing utensils ,passing them out as he sits down. “Now you can eat.” Liam says, filling everyone’s glasses with orange juice. Niall smiles, piling food on his plate.

“Slow down.” Harry laughs, Niall eating in slow motion, being his goofy self. I smile, taking a sip of my juice. Harry squeezes my thigh, causing me to spit the juice up. “Does that tickle baby?” Harry whispers in my ear. I wipe the part of my shirt that got wet with a napkin. I just nod. “You ok?”

“I'm fine.”

“You just seem, not energetic. Then again it's morning.”

“Yeah, I'm just tired, that’s all.”  That is partially a lie , partially true. I am tired but also the thought of Harry and my mum makes me emotionally tired. But it is what it is, nothing I can do except confront Harry. I’m not, I’ll wait till he does it, that will show me his real loyalty.

                                                                         {}{}{}December 24{}{}{}

 

It’s been 5 days since Harry cheated, he still hasn’t said anything. We have our ‘vacation’ this week. From today to New Year's, 2017. I still can’t belive in 25 today, damn. We are back in the apartment for the holiday, once it's over we're back on the road. I look out the window, snow lightly falls, collection on the ground. Merry Christmas Eve” I’ll forgive Harry, since today and tomorrow is the day for forgiving. But after that? Boy, I don’t know. He presses his lips to mine holding my cheek, taking my hand.

“You wanna watch a cheesy Christmas film?” He asks, picking me up, his hands on my arse. I call this koalaing.

“Yeah, but I wanna watch Rudolph.”

“Sounds good baby.” Harry smiles, still holding me and walks out out of our room, walking buy the boys who are at the doorframes, wishing each other a Merry Christmas, while Zayn is at home celebrating his thing with his family. He slowly goes down the stairs, his chin resting on my shoulder so he can see. I look the other way, not at him. Today is my birthday and not once did they wish me a Happy Birthday. I know you might say, oh it’s no big deal but if it happens to you? It hurts. At least the fans remembered..

 
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