Chapter 21

                                    

                                          
Forgotten
                          
I never would've thought that Harry had a sensitive side to his rigid personality. But I was wrong. 
                          
It hurt to watch him try and hold back the tears as he looked at the map on his phone, realizing how far Celine was with every step we took. 
                          
I rubbed Harry's back, while sitting on a huge rock. We were out of Grant and finally in the real world, searching for Celine. "Stay strong." I encouraged Harry. His bravery was attractive to me, but I still didn't allow that to determine if I actually liked him or not. 
                          
I could tell Niall was beginning to feel left out-- lonely. Me encouraging Harry only hurt Niall more because he thought I hated Harry. Well so did I, until I saw who he used to be, now. 
                          
I couldn't tell if Harry really had feelings for Celine, or if it was all just a disguise to get me jealous. But whatever it was, my jealousy isn't his to keep. As a matter of fact, I'm not jealous of anyone or anything. No matter how many times my heart sank when Harry said Celine's name, I stayed strong. 
                          
I laughed at myself. I'm so jealous.  But I refused to admit it to anyone. Including Harry. Definitely Harry. 
                          
"Are we almost there?" Asked Niall, looking over Harry's shoulder at his phone. 
                          
Harry looked ahead, through the incoming snow blowing in our faces. "I'm not sure. But I do hope so."
                          
Niall sarcastically laughed. "Well don't we all hope so!"
                          
Harry stopped walking and looked dead on into Niall's eyes. "Listen here, Niall, you didn't have to come. Celine means the world to me and hearing you piss and moan about finding her will be the last thing you ever do." 
                          
Harry coughed before continuing. "If that were Skylar, you know I'd be right by your side, trying to find her."
                          
Harry's witty remark made me smile, and I didn't know why so I immediately shook it off. 
                          
"Yeah because you think you love her more than me . . ." Niall said. 
                          
I rolled my eyes, continuing to watched the sissy fights between Niall and Harry. "Stop it. Let's just find her and get home." I started forward, without them, feeling both of their eyes watching me. 
                          
Soon enough, I heard footsteps behind me. It felt good to finally take charge. 
                          
Niall and Harry walked on either side of me. Every once in a while I would feel a set of eyes on me. 
                          
I glanced over at Harry once, to find him looking at me. Neither of us looked away. We stayed looking into each other's eyes. 
                          
He gave me that sweet smile that I honesty really missed and I bit my lip. 
                          
Then it hit me; Am I only dating Niall to make myself think that I can't love Harry? Or because I really love him? I've always ignored this thought but I think I'm using Niall.