Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

Take A Bow- Rihanna

"That was quite a show

very entertaining, but it's over now.

Go on and take a bow"

Darlene's POV

Not only am I mad at Harry, but I'm mad at myself. I made the dumb decision to throw caution to the wind and it came back to bite me in the ass.

I meant everything I said to Harry. Being alone with my thoughts is a dangerous thing because now I've convinced myself everything Harry had ever done was only to get me to sleep with him.

He never actually cared about me and whatever "sweet side" he had to him was all just an act to butter me up.

Kill all men honestly. Except for Niall, he can stay.

Maya has been nagging me about why the hell I left the party so soon, so I'm assuming Harry didn't mention what had happened to her. I know I need to talk to her soon, especially since I want to know how things went between her and Niall at the party.

I haven't left my apartment since I got home from the party and I haven't talked to Harry since.

But that doesn't mean he hasn't been trying to call me multiple times a day and sending me an ungodly amount of text messages.

Harry: I fucked up, please talk to me.

Harry: Darlene, can you just answer. I want to talk.

Harry: I'm an asshole, I'm so sorry.

Harry: I'm sorry, so damn sorry.

Harry: Hello?

Harry: Please don't hate me

Harry: You don't have to forgive me, just please let me explain.

Harry: I know you're getting these, just please talk to me.

Those are just some of the most recent ones. I also have at least 20 missed calls from him. He's left voicemails too, I just can't bring myself to listen to them. Unfortunately I'm not just angry, I'm hurt. He hurt me but I hurt myself for allowing myself to even begin to trust him.

I've contemplated blocking his number but I can't bring myself to do it. Weak, I know.

I'm interrupted from my depression nest I made in my bed by a knock at my door. I freeze, about to put a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth but quickly putting the spoon into the carton. Suddenly my appetite is completely gone and my stomach fills with stress.

I get up and walk quietly to my door, so whoever is here doesn't know I'm home. If it's Harry, the last thing I need is for him to know I'm inside.

The knocking continues but I still quietly make my way to the peephole. A sigh of relief leaves me when I see Maya standing on the other side of the door. I contemplate still pretending I'm not here but I realize, maybe I need to vent. Keeping all of this inside is only going to make it worse.

She knocks again,

"Darlene! I know you're in there" She says loudly.

Sighing I open the door just as she's about to knock again.