Chapter 17:
I lean my head against the warm window staring at all the happy people outside. What have I done? I pushed Niall to break up with me that's what. Harry was just so irresistible that I couldn't stand it anymore. I've been so lost in my thoughts, I haven't realized the taxi driver yelling at me to pay him and get out. I toss him a couple bucks and, dazed, I stumble out of the taxi. My mascara has obviously ran down my cheeks, that must explain all the strange looks I'm getting. I grab the hand-railing and run up the stairs. I feel stronger tears coming on, and I honestly didn't want to start wailing in the lobby. Suddenly I bump into a strong body and I bounce back. I look up, it's Liam.
"Hey babe, you alright? I heard what happened," he concernely bends down onto one knee and looks into my eyes.
"no," i answer and scramble up and keep running. I finally reach my room and I throw the door open , slamming it right back once I'm inside. I crumble onto the floor and cry. I cry and cry and cry. I must've been lying there on the floor crying for awhile, because when I heard a knock, I realized it was pitch black in my bedroom. I check my phone which reads 8:35pm. I quickly wipe my face and open the door a little.
"Yeah?" I whimper.
"It's Harry, I need to talk to you." What do I do? Do I let him in? What if we do it again. I can't let that happen. Subconsciously I open the door and let him in. He slides in and plucks down onto my bed.
"What," I sit down beside him.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened with Niall." he mutters apologetically.
"yeah ok," i answer vaguely and turn to the big glass window to keep myself from bursting into tears.
"I didn't mean to hurt him, I love him. It wasn't on purpose. I can't live without him, I need him." I break down. I pull my fingers through my hair and sob against the window.
"It's OK," I feel arms wrap around me. I spin around and bury my head in Harry's chest. I feel like there is no heart beating in me anymore. The only important thing left in my life is gone. He's so close yet so far. I wish he can hold me in his arms and peck me on the forehead, tell me that it'll be OK. He's not going to though, because I messed it up. I'm such a screw up! Harry moves away and grabs my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. His shirt is smeared in black makeup, I wipe my face and wait for Harry to say something.
"Trust me when I say this, it's going to be OK," he mutters and kisses my forehead.
"Stay strong babe," he turns and walks out the door, gently sliding the door shut. I hope he's right, because Niall is my everything.
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