Complications

"What's wrong? What's happening?"
"Just some complications."
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Beth and Harry? Great match. But things are complicated. And how are you supposed to fight complications when they have been part of your relationship from the start?

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[Harry's P.O.V.]
I took a deep breath and looked at Niall, who was still smiling at my relief. 
"I have a few things I need to do," I said firmly. He nodded quickly and showed he was listening.
"I need to talk to.... Fiona," I smiled unpleasantly, her name sending a wave of dislike through my body.
"I need to talk to Beth too," I then continued.
"And you need to get yourself cleaned up, mate, sorry but it's the truth," Niall added in a matter of fact voice. I gave him a wry smile and nodded.
"Thank you for your honesty."
"You know I'm always honest," Niall grinned and I fake coughed.
"May I remind you of a situation in which you were taking a picture of me 'holding up the Eiffel Tower', which didn't really look like it," I remarked, smirking slightly.
"Yeah well, what can you say, white lies are neccessary once in a while," he shrugged, not looking exactly bothered by my accusation. I laughed and elbowed him in the side.
"Right, let me get myself to look like I haven't been a mess and then I'll clear things up with Fiona," I sighed, getting up. He nodded and leaned back, seeming to enjoy the comfortable bed.
"I swear your bed's better than mine," he mumbled.
"Too bad, I'm not about to swap," I chuckled, sticking my tongue out at him and walking off to the bathroom.
I closed the door and looked around. I needed a shower, I needed to brush my hair and I needed to just freshen up.
I pulled my shirt over my hair and chucked it into a basket for dirty laundry alongside the rest of my clothes. I quickly turned on the water and stepped under the shower head, shivering while it adjusted to the right temperature. When it was warm enough at last, I pulled out shampoo and conditioner. Yes, conditioner. If I wanted to be able to brush my hair afterwards, I was going to need quite a lot of it.
Ten minutes later I stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying myself off quickly and toweling my hair dry. I grabbed the same comb I had attempted to use before and tugged it through my hair valiantly. And this time it worked. Smiling, I finished combing my hair within two minutes. I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed.
Niall had pulled out some clothes for me and had laid them on the bed, ready to put on. I thanked him and he nodded, seemingly busy texting someone. A sudden thought struck me.
"Are you texting Karime?" I asked casually, pulling the plain black shirt he had given me over my head. He nodded and gave me a vague 'yes' before concentrating on texting again. I smiled to myself. I was happy he and her enjoyed each others company.
"Right, I think I'm ready to go," I then announced, having put some boots on. He looked up and turned off his phone.
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, a worried crease appearing between his eyes. I thought about his offer and sat down on the bed.
"This may be cheesy, but I think I need a plan," I mused, frowning.
"Do you think we can just, like casually walk past and then I can suddenly see she's there and talk to her?" I suggested, feeling a bit embarrassed. I didn't want to be alone, in case I couldn't handle it. I wasn't scared of Fiona, but I wasn't too happy about being reminded of what I had done yet again.
Niall seemed to get my drift and nodded.
"I'll be there as backup if you need it," he smiled, giving my shoulder a pat. I smiled back gratefully, happy that he wasn't making a big deal out of it.
"Alright, let's go," I sighed, getting up and he followed me to the door and out.
Together we walked casually towards Fiona and Gemma's room. I tried to focus on one thing only and that was that I had to talk to her. I wasn't going to worry about anything else, I told myself. I had to take things one at a time.
Suddenly Niall nudged me and I looked up, catching sight of Fiona immediately.
"Hey, Fiona," I called and she looked up from the magazine she was reading. She raised an eyebrow at me and I felt my blood slowly reach boiling point.
"What do you want?" she asked with a bored tone.
"What was all of that at the club about? What did you do all of that for?" I retorted heatedly. She sighed as if I was some cross child.
"All of what?" 
"Stop acting dumb, you know exactly what I'm talking about," I hissed, my hands clenching to fists.
"I actually don't, would you care to enlighten me?" she smirked. Gemma had looked up from her own magazine and was watching us curiously.
"What is he talking about?" she asked confusedly. Fiona obviously hadn't said anything.
"I'm talking about her telling me a load of bullshit when I was drunk out of my mind, which led to things that I'd rather were never even thought of," I snapped, getting seriously annoyed.
"Chill, it was just a game," Fiona then commented, rolling her eyes.
"A game which caused me to hurt the person dearest to me," I said, glaring at her. My hands started shaking. I didn't want to think of it again. I didn't want to remember that I had been the one who had caused Beth pain.
"And who may that be?" Fiona asked delicately, turning a page of her magazine with an uninterested air.
"His girlfriend," Gemma answered for me, frowning at her. She seemed to be surprised by her turn of attitude towards me.
"Well, I'm sorry,  didn't even know he had one," she then said, wearing an innocent look.
"I told you, though," Gemma said, her eyes narrowing.
"Must've slipped my mind."
"I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, don't let me see you again," I hissed, turning around. I wasn't satisfied, though. I didn't feel like I had done the whole thing properly.
"Well, I won't be missing much," she snorted as I walked off.
"Excuse me? I don't like the way you're talking to him," I vaguely heard Gemma say in a disgusted voice. I smirked. Maybe Fiona had gotten one night of fame, but it looked like Gemma was going to make sure she was sorry she had used it.
Niall caught up with me and chuckled.
"Gemma's giving her a right talking to back there," he explained, jerking his thumb in the direction of the two girls. I smiled. Maybe I wasn't too good at the whole talking to people thing, but Gemma was, so Fiona would get the point soon enough.
"Anyway, that's done by me and it looks like it's being dusted by Gemma," I joked.
"Now I need to talk to Beth," I continued. I couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of talking to her and seeing her again. Sure, I felt guilty, but she made me happy, no matter what.
"You and her are like the power couple, mate, you'll get through this," Niall assured me confidently. I smiled again.
"Yeah."
Suddenly an idea hit me.
"Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?" I grinned.


[Beth's P.O.V.]
I was about to turn off the lights for the night, when my phone lit up, showing me that I had received a text message. From-
"Harry," I breathed. He hadn't texted me in ages, probably to give me some space, which I was grateful for. All the same, I was happy to see his name pop up on my screen.

Hello beautiful, I just wanted to say goodnight. I hope you sleep well and wake up happy and refreshed. Have the sweetest dreams too. All the love. H x

I smiled and wondered if he had talked to Fiona yet, but decided not to press the point.

Goodnight x

Turning it off, I put my phone away and switched off the lights. That guy sure knew how to make me smile. And I knew that he wasn't perfect, but still. He was more than good enough for me. I knew I had already forgiven him for his mistake. I knew that he regretted it. I knew he cared about me.
I didn't know how long I laid there in the darkness, listing all the things I knew, but when my eyelids started to seem too heavy to keep open, I felt happy. I wasn't sad, I wasn't heartbroken. I knew we were going to be alright and I was going to keep reminding myself.
"We're going to be fine," I whispered aloud. And I believed myself.

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Righty-ho, here's chapter 22. A bit of a filler, but still. At least I wrote something, right? I hope you folks like it. Did you? And I know it's quite short, but my mum wouldn't let me use the laptop any longer hahah. 

~ ButUrNot1D_x

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