Weirdo //h.s. [Editing]

[31] Fire

Not edited yet, my apologies. Enjoy xx

Songs I listened to while writing this chapter:
-Cop Car-Keith Urban
-Fall For You- Secondhand Serenade
-All Of Me-John Legend
-Stay With Me-Sam Smith

Harry (last Harry pov *sobs*)

When she walks out that door and doesn't turn back to even look at me, I know that I just lost my world. My heart falls from my chest and plummets to the floor, crashing into billions of tiny pieces as it makes contact with the hard surface. I had never been in love before Sydney and I had never wanted to, now I know why. I was always scared that a day like this would happen. That the person I love would up and leave me, walk away and never return. I was never the kind of guy to love anyone, I never even told my mother I loved her most of the time. I haven't spoken to her in over a year, and now I am wishing that I said it to her more often because of all the people that I will ever love, she is the one person that will never leave me.

I don't regret falling for Sydney, I could never regret it, but right now I am a tad mad at myself for it. The one time I open up and let myself love someone, it turns around, slaps me in the face, and burns down the the ground in a pile of ashes. I guess you could say that love is like fire. It burns and when it burns it burns bright, it hurts you and sometimes it can leave behind nasty scars that never disappear but while its happening, it is completely worth it. When it dies down, it always spits up a flame one more time just to watch you hurt before it entirely goes out, leaving nothing but ashes behind. Sydney is the flame and I got burned, badly.

The empty room is so silent that I can hear the sound of my tears hitting the hardwood floor. By now I am sure there is a huge puddle in front of my feet, but I don't care to look down and see as I walk out the door and into the warm air, leaving that stupid building behind me, along with all of the fucking memories I wish I could just forget. After all of this, I did not just lose the only family member I have here in America, I lost the girl I am hopelessly and utterly in love with.

I stand on the cement steps for a few minutes watching as the last few cars pull out of the lot. I catch a glimpse of Sydney climbing into her parents backseat before they pull off as well. Her father makes eye contact with me through his side window and I can see the hatred in his eyes as he tried to talk his daughter out of her tear. I suppose that she told them already what side she has chosen and that she wants to honour their wishes and let me go. He blinks before looking back at the driveway of the parking lot. Sydney looks out the back window and sees me standing here alone trying to swallow my tears. I have never cried over something like this. I have never cried over a girl. The last time I cried was at my fathers funeral when I was sixteen and I can promise you that I feel even weaker now than I did back then.

Once I come out of my thoughts and back into reality, I realize that I have no way to get home. My car is at my house because I was rudely bragged into town in the back of a cop car. I sigh in annoyance and reach into my back pocket for my phone, only to remember that it is also at my house lying broken on the floor... much like my heart at the moment.

I walk down the street with my hand up, hoping someone will stop and drive me home. I have only hitchhiked one other time and it was when I was still in England when I was fifteen. I was with my obnoxious friends driving in the middle of no where and they dared me to hitchhike home just to see how long it would take me. We were about an hour and a half away from home and it took me over three hours to get there. Stupidest thing I have ever done. Well, besides letting Sydney walk away from me.

An old guy, probably in his late sixties, pulls up to the side of the road and asks me where I am going. I give him my address and hop in, staying silent most of the ride. He is surprised when he figures out who I am, but he says that he isn't against me like most people in this shit hole of a town are. He did't expect my house to be down such a long dirt driveway in the trees, but I told him that I like it here. I like it here because it's quiet and there is privacy. When we pull up to my house, I tell him I'll go in and grab some money, but he refuses and pulls out of my yard with a friendly goodbye.