Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

43: Right from the start

Another tear leaves my eye, a lot faster than the first. I start to sob, rushing to the toilets. I thought we had something? I wipe my eye, brushing away the evidence of my crying. I burst through the doors, immediately running into a cubical and ripping off a piece of toilet paper.

My heart crumbling like pastry. I shut the door, taking a seat on the toilet lid. My heart beats out of my chest. My hands shake as they cup my face, covering it from the harsh reality. Had he felt that way the whole time? Did he ever actually have feelings for me? Or was it just some sort of sick bet of his to prove himself right that I would end up falling for him.

I stand, unlocking the door, and slowly walking to the toilets mirror. My eyes were beginning to turn red and puffy. I grit my teeth, swiftly leaving the bathroom and back into the main corridor.

I turn the corner, freezing to the spot. Harry.

I look away, heading towards the exit doors.

"Mollie." He rushes towards me, grabbing my wrist.

"Get off me!" I aggressively shove him off, water dripping from my eyes. His eyes stare fearfully into mine.

"Molly please listen to me." He begs, trying to pull me back.

"No, leave me alone Harry!" I tug away again, making a break for the doors. I storm through, quickly wiping away another tear.

The cold air carasses my face as I step outside and run down the steps. I couldn't even look at him.

"Mollie!" He jumps down, holding on to my arms once again and dragging me towards him. "Mollie, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" I shout. "Why the hell did you say that? Why didn't you mention me? Do I even mean anything to you or was this whole thing just a lie?"

"I just-" He cuts himself off, a photografer appearing from around the corner. He stands back a little, letting go of my arm.

I frown, finally realizing his strange behavior.

"Harry are you embarrassed by me?" I frown, watching panic flush through his eyes.

"N-no...I just-"

"You are aren't you?" My heart sinks.

He doesn't reply.

I scuff.

"I knew it. You're embarrassed by me because I'm just a normal girl and you're a big celebrity! You're worried about what everyone else might think, like the media and other famous people!"

A flash comes from my right, a photografer enjoying the show.

"Mollie please, shh. Can we talk somewhere else?"

"No!" I snap. "I was right about you from the beginning Harry! All you care about is your reputation and what others think about you!" I scream.

"Mollie I-"

"Just when I finally change my opinion of you Harry, you snap right back into the diva you really are!" a tear leaves my eye. "I thought you proved me wrong! I thought you could be a loving gentlemen, who wasn't all about his appearance. But I was wrong! My original opinion of you being an arrogant pig was right! Just because you're Harry Styles you don't want to be known to be with an ordinary girl like me! Am I right?!"

Pain struck his eyes.

I shake my head.

"How could you? There's no difference between you and me Harry! Just the fact that people want to know you because you can sing. Well I'll tell you what, I don't want to know you! I don't want anything to do with you!"

"You don't mean that." He tries to convince me, rubbing his temple.

"Tell me I'm wrong then." I stare intently into his eyes, watching the color from his face drain. "Didn't think you would.

"Mollie I'm sorry-"

"Did you enjoy that?" I interrupt. "Did you have so much fun acting like Mr cool who can get all the girls, even the ones who say they hate him? ! Did you enjoy making me slowly fall for you and then breaking my heart days later? ! Because that's what you did Harry. You've crushed me!" I sob. " I let myself completely fall for you when I knew thereal you, deep down down I knew that this is what you were really like!"

My chest aches. "Did you even ever have feelings for me?" My voice softens, weakening by my words.

"What?"

" Did you ever have real feelings for me Harry?" I repeat.

He turns his head from left to right, looking for paparazzi. Ouch.

" Do you know what Harry, fucking forget it! Because if you really did have feelings for me then you wouldn't give a damn about what anyone else thinks!"

I unlock my car, getting in and slamming the door. Harry stands on the path, watching my every movement.

"Mollie can we just go somewhere private, please?"

I take one last look at him through the window. I can literally see the mixture of emotions pouring out of him. One final tear leaves my eye as I drive off, not wanting to look at his sick face any longer.

My heart has never felt like this before. It really really hurts...

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