Camila's POV

Sniffling, I climbed out my office chair and paced around the room. I had called Harry, we needed to talk. I heard someone's heavy footsteps up the stairs and the tall man entered my office, his bright smile still on his face.

"Hello love," he went in for a kiss but I moved my head away. His smile faded and turned to confusion.

"How could you leave me? Right after we..." I was still in shock from his actions. It was felt like he had treated me like a prostitute, he got what he wanted and left.

"Camila you know I can't be round here! Stop acting so childishly!" He shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.

"You could have stayed with me for a few minutes, you could have explained it better! Harry do you realise how unwanted it made me feel?" I, too, was shouting at him, angry tears cascading down my cheeks.

"Camila do you not care about the fact that you could LOSE YOUR FUCKING JOB if I'm see here? I'm trying to help you," his eyes were wide with bewilderment as he saw my angry expression.

"You left me Harry, lying naked on a rug in my own office. I trusted you, I let you in my most vulnerable state and you brashly decided to leave three seconds after," I kept remembering how crushed I felt as I saw him walk out the door without even an 'I love you' or 'goodbye'.

"I didn't mean it like that," he pleaded, his anger had washed away and all I could hear was pain.

"Maybe you should think before your actions. Before you hurt people. Do you even care about anyone else? Or are you so messed up in the head that you can only think about yourself?" I said coldly, I was being harsh. I wasn't really that angry at him, all I wanted was for him to say 'sorry' and apologize.

Standing up straighter, he looked straight at me but I wasn't met with the kind eyes I had become so accustomed to. His eyes were dead.

"You're a real bitch Camila," he spat and I didn't quite know how to process what I was hearing. I tried to think what had flipped that switch in his head to say something so horrible.

"I'm sorry, what did you just call me?" I said hoping he had some explanation. I didn't know if I could cope with the knowledge that he thought I was something as bad as that.

"A bitch. You heard me. Maybe you should think about your words before you speak, you can hurt people with them more than any action can," he left me there stunned into silence, slamming my office door causing a vase to fall off a shelve. It crashed onto the floor breaking into little pieces.

It was then that I replayed what I had said to him.

Or are you so messed up in the head that you can only think about yourself?

I was reminded of how I had met Harry in the first place. I had just told a recently suicidal person they were 'messed up'.

I was a real bitch.