Broken

Tswizzle (Clark + Harry)

I turn on my heels as fast as I can. I don't need to see anymore.  Tears wet the corners of my eyes, and I make a beeline for the bathroom. I'm so stupid, so, so, SO stupid. 

I push on the bathroom door, but it doesn't move. I yank at the handle and hear someone yell from inside.

"Occupied!!"

I hit my hand against the door angrily and tears start to spill onto my cheeks. I spin around to search for another bathroom, but instead bang into a 6ft wall of Harry.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." I mutter under my breath. I quickly swipe at my red eyes.

"Clark! I've been searching everywhere for you!" Harry smiles putting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug away from his touch.

"don't bother, I'm leaving."

His face drops."is everything okay? what's wrong? did someone hurt you?" 

"I'm fine. I'm just going home."

He draws his eyebrows together in concern. 

"what happened?" he asks again.

"it's fine"

"please Clark, just tell me what happened and I can help you fix it."

I scoff. "That's the problem. You can't fix it. You can't take it back. What happened, happened." I turn away from him. He looks more confused than ever now, but he can figure out why I'm so mad at him on his own. I side step him and start to leave, but he catches my arm. 

"Wait! please just talk to me. Or don't talk, and we can sit here in silence. I don't care, just don't leave me. I need you."  he pleads.

I'm taken aback by the desperation in his voice.

"you need me?" I let out a harsh laugh.

"yes" he breathes out. "I really, really need you right now." He drops his eyes to the ground. "You're the only person who makes me feel like I can breath again." 

For some reason this just makes me more angry. How can he say that after sticking his tongue down Taylor's throat. 

"what is this then?" I yell, gesturing my hands between the two us. "Because I feel like I'm going crazy trying to figure it out."

He stares at me, unmoving. 

I want him to tell me that this is more than just flirting, that he's been feeling everything I've been feeling too, and that I imagined him and Taylor kissing, but he stays silent. I stare at him a moment longer, pleading him to say something, but his mouth stays glued shut.

I shouldn't take my anger out on him. This is my fault for thinking something could actually happen between the two of us. 

 I shake my head at the ground. 

"I have to go." I whisper sadly, and push past him. A small part of me hopes he'll call after me again, but he doesn't.

HARRY'S POV

Clark seems a little frazzled when we get inside the club. I feel awful that she had to go through the whole paparazzi frenzy. I'm convinced that she's going to be upset about the definite rumors that will accompany those photos of us holding hands, after all who would want to get dragged into the mess that is my life, but she surprises me once again and seems to shrug it off. 

I watch her go off with Liam, who's absolutely wasted, while I straggle behind, saying hi to people whom I would hardly call my friends, but are "important" to the label. By the time I've finished greeting half the club, I'm exhausted and all I want to do is find Clark. I survey the celestial scene of dancers and lights. I'm captivated by the way that people seem to be so free when they are dancing. They look like they don't have a single care in the world.