All I Ever Wanted (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

I had no idea what happened in the next ten minutes. I could only remember Perrie yelling after me as I ran out of the room, but then it was completely blank. My mind shut down, refusing to think, refusing to feel anything. I felt completely numb. Every common sense left my brain, and maybe that was why I was driving way past the speed limit to Harry's house.

The traffic was quite busy too, so it surprised me that I hadn't crashed yet. I wasn't even sure if I would have reacted if I did because I wasn't present at all. At this point, I should have driven off the road a long time ago, especially by the way I was shaking, my hands barely holding the wheel while my heart was pounding in my chest.

I could tell I was about to hyperventilate, something I hadn't done in years. It was ridiculous. A thing like this should be a piece of cake. I had seen a lot of pictures of Harry with girls back in the days, and I knew all of them were just for publicity.

The thing was, I recognized this girl from the pictures taken of him leaving different clubs when we were falling out. She was the girl I had been so insecure about back then, the girl he had been seen with many times, and the same fucking girl he told me he cheated on me with.

And their appearance in the picture didn't leave much to the imagination. The way Harry was running a hand through his completely disheveled, long locks with bags under his eyes, and how her makeup was smeared all over her face, her hair not looking much better than his, made it clear what was going on.

How was I supposed to think anything but the obvious?

A loud honk snapped me back to reality, and I made a sharp turn to get back on my side of the road when I noticed I was about to run right into the oncoming car. Fuck. The last thing I needed right now was to get involved in an accident.

The shock didn't subside until I was parking the car in the driveway of Harry's house, but that was the only feeling that left my body. The numbness was still there, and the sickness was building up by the second.

It wasn't until I opened the door of the familiar house, the house I had grown to love all over again, that the emotions started to kick in.

Instead of feeling sad and heartbroken about what was going on, I could feel frustration build up inside me, soaring through my veins. It didn't get better when I stepped into the living room and saw the pictures of me and Harry hanging on the walls so fucking innocently. I wanted to tear them down, rip them to pieces with my bare hands. The thought was almost too tempting, but instead, I found myself throwing my car keys at the white wall next to the picture of us at the beach in California, shouting out in frustration.

"Fuck this stupid shit!"

I then left the room, exhaling a shaky breath as I made my way upstairs, refusing to think about when I had carried Harry up these stairs only a couple of weeks ago. The memory seemed so far away right now.

As soon as I stepped into the bedroom I usually spent the nights in these days, I threw open the closet door and pulled out every garment I recognized as my own, tossing them onto the bed. I couldn't care less that his stuff went all over the place in the process, and just kept rummaging through the space.

I then bent down to pull out my bag from under the bed and started pushing the clothes into it, not giving a shit about them getting wrinkled. After that, I went into the bathroom across the hallway to fetch my toiletries, making sure to grab my perfume this time because fuck, he didn't deserve to keep anything that was mine.

It wasn't until I made my way downstairs and entered the kitchen that I could feel my heart clench in my chest as if someone was twisting a knife in it, and it was all because of the sight in front of me.