Summer Love (a Harry Styles fan fiction)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Finally updated after a lloooooong time... hehe:p sorry i've been pretty busy! :/ i wanted to update on 1st Jan (!) but i had absolutely NO IDEA what to write... and the last 3 days has been craziness, studying like hell as i have this really important national exam this year:/ 

oh and i'm super happy!:) because someone added my other fan fic(the Niall one) to their reading list (yay!:D), i got a fan and she voted twice in this story!:) thank you:) i've dedicated this chapter to her @torii2202 :) thanks babe! :D (this story is in her reading list so double thanks!)

Sorry again and ENJOY :D

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Summer’s POV

I didn’t dare look at him in case I couldn’t control myself. I looked away, still in his arms and tried desperately to control my tears and stop anymore from coming down.

“Summer? What’s wrong? Tell me,” he demanded gently, obviously worried about me.

I didn’t want him to be, it’ll just make me more in love.

“I…” I wanted to tell him everything, how I was falling for him and I wanted to know how he felt about me. He was so concerned that I knew he would understand and care but then again… there was this part of me that knew he would laugh and leave me in the room.

“I… I just had a phone call from my mom before you came… She was being all bitchy and demanding me to do this and that… So I’m just very agitated right now… It’s nothing, I’m fine,” I lied, struggling out of his arms.

I could see disbelief in his eyes as he regarded me quietly. He didn’t say anything else and I took his silence as a way for me to escape to the bathroom and away from him.

I couldn’t be near him anymore, no way. If I did, I would just fall for him harder and still be in the dark about how he felt towards me. I would just get hurt.

I didn’t want to get hurt again, just like I did with John. It had been six months already since we broke up but this relationship would forever be in my mind, reminding me to not give my heart away so easily.

In a way, it was good because it kept me from getting hurt so often. But also, it made me had a phobia of love and guys. Whenever someone got closer, I just built up walls to protect myself in case they hurt me. I got so paranoid that my friends wanted me to get some help from the counsel. But I refused, of course.

As I made my way to the bathroom, my back to Harry, I couldn’t control the tears from coming down. I hated myself for being such a coward and having to lie to Harry. This would obviously affect our friendship later on. I hated Harry for making his feelings so known yet so hidden and mysterious. I didn’t know if he liked me or he just treated me as friends.

“Summer,” he called softly.

I wanted to turn around and run into his arms, staying there forever and just crying my heart out. But I couldn’t. So I just spun around on my heel, took a deep breath and whispered, “What?” Suddenly, I found my feet super interesting. I couldn’t look at Harry or trust my voice to ask him to leave.

“You can tell me everything, you know,” he said quietly, moving closer and taking my hands into his. His hands were so huge compared to my tiny ones and as our fingers entwined, I couldn’t help noticing how perfect they fit together.

“I know,” I said and I was telling the truth. I really knew, I just couldn’t. “Now, excuse me,” I added hurriedly, letting go off his hand and rushing to the bathroom. Immediately, I realized how empty my hand felt without his in mine.