Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 2

" Why do you want me here? You don't care about me." I said getting up from the bed and started putting my clothes back on.

" I never said that I didn't care about you." He got up from the bed and slipped on sweatpants.

" And you never said that you do." I unlocked the door. I started to come out of the room until he once again grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. He pressed his hard stomach to my fully clothed body.

" What makes you think I don't care about you?" He asked looking me in the eyes.

" Harry, you do this every time we are at your house. You pretend like you have feelings for me, but they're fake." I yanked my wrist out of his grip. I started walking down the hallway as I heard his footsteps behind me.

" I find it funny that you think you know what's in my head." He said catching my attention.

" I've known you long enough to know that you don't feelings for me by the way you treat me at school." With that, I went out the door. I knew my way home from here by now. All I had to do was take a few little shortcuts and I could be home within three minutes so my mom didn't suspect that I went to his house.

My mom doesn't know that Harry does this to me. I don't tell her anything because she over reacts. She doesn't even know who Harry is. She never suspected anything when I come home from his house. I told her that I hangout with some friends after school. So when I walk through the door, she leaves me alone. Thankfully.

When I walked through the door everything was normal. She was cooking in the kitchen and I go up to my room. I only come out when I am hungry and when I need to go to the bathroom. I have everything I need in my room. A bed, T.V., magazines, radio, laptop, phone, and my IPad. . . . And my mom wonders why I never come out of my room. If she wants me out of the room so bad, she shouldn't buy me all the technology I ask for.

No, I am not spoiled. Our house isn't that big. Well it's a regular size house not like a rich kid house. Like Harry's house. Nope, don't even let yourself think about him, Faithlyn. You can't let him do this to you. If he wants to prove to you that he cares about you, let him prove it when he stops bullying you.

I shut my door behind me and locked it. I would rather my mom knock on the door than have her walk in on me doing whatever. I turned on the radio to ' I Knew You Were Trouble' by Taylor Swift, pulled out my phone and flopped down on my bed. I checked to see if I had any messages.

1 message



I read on my phone. I pressed the 'view' button and read the text message.

Harry: See you tomorrow, slut. Be prepared.

This is what I meant by his feelings for me are fake. He never will have real feelings for me because he starts this all over again. He will think that he likes me when we have sex, but that's the only time he likes me. Once I give him what he wants, he wants me. The next day, straight back to bullying me.

I didn't reply to the message, knowing that it was going to piss him off. I exited out of my messages and went on to instagram. I posted one of the photos that I snap shotted that described exactly how I felt. I hoped that Harry would see it nice and clear and know that it was about him.



I hate your guts, but I want you so much.



And post. I refreshed my feed to see a picture above mine posted by Harry. It warmed my heart when I felt like it was related to my picture that I just posted. It was like they spoke to each other, like it was a conversation that no one else knew about. I read it over and over again.



I want you. I won't hurt you like the past.



I looked at my notifications.



Harry_Styles likes your photo. . . . . . . . . . 2 minutes ago



I looked at the time he posted the photo. 1 minute. I double tapped the screen on his photo. I quickly found another picture to reply to his message. I looked and looked until I found the perfect one to reply with.



I don't just hand out my trust. You earn it.



Post. He didn't post another photo that night again. So I spent quite some time on instagram scrolling throught fifteen hours worth of pictures. Refresh. An hour worth of pictures scrolled through. Refresh. Nothing new. Refresh notifications. Nothing new. . . . . Alright, I need something to do now. I'm bored.

I got to the point where I got so bored that I started picking out my clothes for the rest of the week. Although I was very successful since I only got to the point where I want to be lazy looking one day, beautifully perfect another day, and everything just got complicated. So I only got my outfit for tomorrow.

I picked out my black t shirt that I cut the sleeves off of that said Party Hard in pink bubble letters, blue jean shorts, and red vans. I also planned to curl my hair because you sometimes need a specific hair style that will make the outfit look better. Straightened hair doesn't always look that good with outfits that are suppose to stand out. I folded up the close and but it on my desk with the red vans on top of the stack.

I didn't know what time it was but I was pretty freaking tired. I wasn't hungry tonight, but if I don't eat dinner, I sure as hell will be hungry for breakfast. I changed into my areo postale sweat pants, a giant t shirt, and fuzzy socks. I was about to go to bed when my phone vibrated on my bed. I viewed the message.

Harry: How long will it take for me to earn your trust back?

I replied quickly.

Me: There isn't a specific date when you have earned my trust. It depends how you treat me

Harry: Okay. And just so you know, I wasn't lonely. I just wanted you;) good night, babe. - xx