Page 48 of The Wedding Hoax

But then he moved away from me.

Away from my bed. Away from my room.

Without a word, Harry headed back out into the hall, the scent of his cologne the only thing he left behind.

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What the hell was that?

I was used to Harry climbing into my bed for the night. I wasn’t used to him making a half-hearted attempt at it before leaving my room without saying anything.

It was like he’d changed his mind in a matter of seconds.

Maybe he wanted me to follow him back to his room? Maybe it was some kind of test?

“Whatever,” I muttered before flopping down against my mattress. “I don’t have time for those kinds of mind games.”

I literally didn’t have time. I needed to get my rest, especially since I was taking my mom to an appointment in the morning. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to go to sleep.

But it wasn’t working.

Great.

I reached for my phone, intent on scrolling through social media until I got sleepy from reading all the posts and headlines. Just as I was on the fifteenth meme post about a cute cat begging for food it didn’t need, I felt my phone begin to shake with an incoming call.

“Taylor?” I answered the phone, pulling it close to my ear. “You’re not asleep yet?”

“Ew. What? Why would I be asleep?” Taylor chuckled. “You’re the one on married people time. Not me. I’m still free as a bird, which means I can stay up as long as I want.”

“I’m not on married people time, either, Taylor.” I frowned.

“Uh, why do you sound sad about that?”

“I sound sad?”

“Yeah. You sound really disappointed.” Taylor hummed. “Did something happen with you and Harry?”

“Nothing happened. Which might be the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember how you said that you think we should just let what happens, happen?” I sighed. “I’m worried that something is happening… but I’m the only one it’s happening to.”

“Are you trying to be vague on purpose? What are you talking about, babe?”

“I think I like Harry. As in, actually like him.”

“Really?” Taylor gasped. “Oh my God! Simone!”

“You can calm down. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Maybe because he’s still so committed to this fake marriage thing? It feels like whenever we get close to something real, it freaks him out.”

“You want me to tell you something that will either make you feel a lot better or a whole lot worse?”

“No?”

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