Curiosity n.h

"Curiosity killed the cat" is a metaphor used to warn of the dangers of unnecessary investigation or experimentation. A less frequently-seen rejoinder to "curiosity killed the cat" is "but, satisfaction brought it back".[1]


26. chapter twenty-six

Chapter 26 






I woke up with my neck hurting, the pillows here aren't very full. I rubbed my neck and grabbed my phone, walking into the bathroom. I listened to the 12 voicemails niall sent and read threw the 34 messages. 

They all basically all said the same thing. "Where are you? Where did you go? Why did you leave? Are you ever coming back? Please answer." I rolled my eyes, if he can't see why I left then it's not going to work out. For me to go back, shit would need to change. There's little to no communication between us and I hate that, if something goes wrong we just go about it as if it didn't happen, we don't talk about it. 

Like last night for example. I was helping harry get to bed because he was too drunk to do it on his own, niall just came in and started assuming that I was going to have sex with Harry. I took my hair out of the pony tail and stripped. I needed a hot shower and oh it felt good, the steaming hot water relaxed my muscles as I moaned. 

I got out and dried off, I felt a little better. My phone was buzzing when I walked over to my bed, it was harry. "Hello?" I said. 

"Where are you?" He asked, "I need to see you." 
I gave him the address of te hotel I was staying at and he said he was going to be right over. Within minutes there was a knock at my door, of course harry was standing there. He had on black skinny jeans, a white v neck and a red flannel shirt. "Hello." He said and walked in. 

"Hello." He sat down on the chair and I sat down on the bed.

"Sooo, why are you here?" I asked and he laughed a little. 


"Don't come in here and think I'm going back to him. Goddamn harry, I love that boy to death but I need my fucking space! It's too much, there's no communication anywhere! All he does is assume, and Ya know what happens when you assume, harry?" He raised his eyebrow at me, a silent smirk on his face as he did so. "You make An Ass out of U and Me. THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ASSUME!" 

"Are you done?" He asked in a giggle. I nodded my head, "I wasn't going to tell you need to go back to him." It was my turn to cock an eyebrow at him, why was here then? He slowly got up off the chair, striding over to the door and locking it. My shoulders were pushed down into my mattress and my chest got heavy. "I was going to tell you not to go back to him." 

"What are you doing?" I asked. Not going to lie, I was put of breath by this point and I couldn't help whenever my hands ran threw his hair. 

"Hmm, I knew you wanted me too baby." Harry growled in my ear. I moaned, I wanted nothing more then for this to stop but it felt so good. 

"Harry stop." I said and pushed on his chest, lifting him off me and sitting up. I wiped my mouth off of his kisses and bowed my head, "I just can't... Not yet at least." I whispered and he nodded. "I'm sorry, Harry..." 

"It's okay, I'll wait:" he said with a smile and touched my cheek. I wanted to tell him that he's going to be waiting awhile but decided to keep my mouth shut, I already hurt him enough today. He kissed me before he left, leaving me to sit here and think about what I'm doing- and what I've done. 
I just got Harry's hopes and he probably won't get it. 


I KNOW I HAVENT UPDATED IM SORRY!!! But fuck I love you all & I'm sorry! Xxbella 

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