smoke / harry styles

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i slowly brought the nicotine to my lips as i inhaled its toxic, his name was still fresh on my lips. harry, harry, harry, i couldnt get his beautiful green eyes, and beautful dark brown hair out of my mind.

i remembered that when he laughs too hard, his eyes become squinty and, his dimples become evident. my favourite thing was when he wrapped his arms around me and told me how beautiful i was. he made me feel wanted, needed. but, he didnt feel the same way as me, his heart belonging to another beautiful brunette girl.

" i promise it wasnt my decision, it was her or you, and luna you know i care about you, but i love her," harry said, no emotion evident in his voice, " i fucking hate you harry styles " i yelled as i stormed out of his house, he chose her over me, i have known him for over 4 years and she had only known him 8 months. the memory was still fresh in my mind, tears rolled down my cheek as i took in another puff of the nicotine.

i had several messages from him, but i never replied, my heart dropping at the thought of him.

i put out the cigarette, and proceded to class, i attended nyu, harry also attended this school. sighing, i walked into class just as the bell rang, and proceded to take my seat in the back corner. i was fine, until he walked in. his new girfriend was beside him, latching onto him like a leach, sighing yet again i looked down at my english lit textbook and procedeed reading the pages we were provided with. i look up to see harry staring from the opposite side of the room with a sympethetic look covering his face, 'im sorry' he mouthed giving me a small smile.

i gave him the finger, before turning around and listening to the professor.

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