Living With The One I Hate (A Harry Styles / 1D Fan fiction)(EDITING)

Chapter 20

Dedicated to @cocoleelee :) Thanks for reading.

Chapter Twenty

                You know that feeling when you no more feel anything or see anything or even hear anything. That was me. All I could feel or hear is my heart breaking, shattering into pieces, pieces that were too small to be mended. Sometimes, it matters too much that even tears can't make you feel better. You just don't understand anything, why this happened or why anyone would say such thing. You'd just ask yourself questions over and over again, what have you done wrong? What did you do to deserve such treatment?

That's all I could think off as I sat staring outside the closed window, lying my head over it. It was heart breaking, devastating and I could no more take the hurt. A tear rolled down, it felt so unreal. Everything did, to be truthful! It felt like it was just a nightmare and soon I will wake up and everything will be okay. As if! Nothing is ever right to me, I'm meant to suffer till the day I die. The day, for the very first time in my entire life, wished would come sooner.

A sob escaped my trembling lips and caused another tear to follow.

"Elena," a soft voice whispered. A voice that caused shivers to run through me and remind me of the hurt he caused. A voice, that once seemed music to my ears, is now a torture for my heart. A voice I now despised.

"Elena," he repeated softly, placing his hand over my shoulder.

 Brutally, I pushed his hand off my shoulder. And with a cold glare and an angry snarl, I pronounced slowly through gritted teeth, "Never touch me again!"

"Elena," he tried again, but again I harshly refused to listen. He tried to place his hand over my shoulder again, but I couldn't tolerate his cold touch, that reminded me of his cold soul.

"You stay away from me, get it?" I demanded, my tone cold as ever and my eyes blazing with anger.

"Damn it!" he cried, harshly stopping the car and parking it on the side of a street I've never been in. He placed his head on the driving wheel and silently remained in that position for a few seconds.

"If you're not going to move, then I can go alone walking," I told him, exasperation edging my voice.

"No, no you have to let me explain." I raised my eyebrows up, surprised by his sudden change of behavior. Bipolar!

"No--"

"Please," he begged, his green eyes pleading for me to listen.

With a long sigh and a half glare, I agreed. "You have one minute."

"Well, I just wanted to say… I don't how to start…"

Once he started talking, my heart fluttered and I remembered his harsh words earlier.

"Oops time's up," I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything. I opened the door and out of the car I went. I didn't wait for him to follow me, I just started walking away.

Quickly, he opened the door and caught up with me. "Please Elena listen,” he begged. Even then I couldn't feel any sympathy for him, not with my heart being broken itself.  I just walked, ignoring him.

The only words that caused to turn around were the words I've been waiting for, for so long, but they just didn't seem real or right coming out of his mouth. "Hell Elena I like you. I like you a lot. So much that it hurts looking at you and seeing you cry. It hurts looking at you while I know I'm the reason behind those tears. It hurts. I know you won't understand why I'm the one hurting while I was the one who hurt you. It kills me inside."