Chapter Forty-Four.

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I was the last to know... 

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HARRY'S POV

I returned home to have a quick change. We were all going to celebrate the end of one chapter in One Direction's journey. I couldn't stop smiling as I drove around London.

I got out of the car and walked down the path to the front door. As I opened it, I came across Morgan sitting on the stairs tears flying out of her eyes.

I closed the door with my foot and rushed to her. - "Are you okay ? Did something happen ?"

She shook her head. - "Are we going to break up ?"

I stared at her, taken aback by her words.

"You're not in the band anymore, is our contract over ?" - She grabbed my arms.

"Wha-What the hell are you talking about ?"

"Do I have to leave ? Leave this house ? Leave... you?"

I tilted my head a bit. - "Morgan, I don't-"

"Do you love me?"

My mouth opened. - "What ?"

"Do you love me? Or do you still hate me?"

"What is this all about?"

"Do you or do you not, Harry?!" - She yelled.

"I-I don't." - I mumbled.

"Don't what?" - She stared into my eyes.

"I don't hate you." - I saw her features light up and it pained me a bit to ruin her happiness. - "But I don't love you either."

"You liar !" - She pushed me away. I fell down the few steps, my back hitting the floor.

"You said you loved me ! You told me you wanted to be with me ! You- You're- You're full of shit !" - She yelled.

"I was drunk." - I managed to get up before she could kick me in some sensitive place.

"I don't think you were that drunk." - She chuckled. - "We made love."

"We had sex. There's a difference." - I stated. - "And I kind of thought you were Natalie." - I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment.

Morgan slapped me.

"Don't ever fucking say that again ! I am nothing like her !"

"Why are you so worked up about this ?!" - I yelled. - "You know I don't like you, you know how I still feel about Natalie ! Do you really think I had sex with you because I liked you ?! I was drunk and I was hurting because I had seen her ! I wanted to forget about everything and you were the first thing that appeared in front of me at the time !" - I clenched my fists, trying to calm down.

"You don't really remember that night, do you?"

"What the fuck are you on about ?!" - I yelled again in frustration.

"I went to the arena before your performance. I looked for you because I knew you'd be nervous since it was your last performance. Someone told me you were in your dressing room. I-" - She gulped. - "I heard your conversation with Natalie." - I stared at her in disbelief. - "She still loves you and I- I just lost it. I thought I was going to lose you, I thought- I just-"

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