The Last Petal

Chapter 4

•Elena's POV•

"Why are we in front of a nightclub?" I asked shaking my head disapprovingly to where we are.

Harry grinned mischievously. I tried opening the car's door but it was locked.

"Open the door." I demanded glaring at Harry. The night was completely dark, the streets scary.

"I can't just let you go down the street like that." Harry unbuckled his seat's belt and turned partially to be facing me. He stared at my eyes, and I began feeling hot from the car's temperature and the nervousness Harry was making me gain by staring at me.

"Let me leave." I pleaded closing my eyes refusing to meet his gaze. I felt a slight touch of a cold skin on my already warm skin. I winced at the feeling flinching away in my seat, still eyes closed.

"Trust me." He whispered back his hands touching mine more carefully this time as he softly stroked the palm of my right hand. I was seated back to my door, eyes closed breathing heavily.

My lips parted trying to form words but all I did was sigh. I heard Harry chuckle lightly dabbing my fingernails and placing a soft kiss to the end of my palm where my wrist landed on his soft puffy pink lips.

"I can't trust a person who has shagged a million girls." I confidently spit the truth out in a low voice. My eyes fluttered to look back at him. He uncomfortably shifted in his seat looking down not even trying to answer me.

"I.." He trailed off silently. That's it.

"There won't be an end. I'm just one on the list of sluts you wanna screw..".

Harry turned the car back on and drove silently. Every once in a while I heard a cracky sigh coming out from his mouth, like he was holding in a cry. My head was down all the time fiddling with my nails.

The car stopped suddenly as I heard the car's doors unlock. I looked up to glance at Harry's face, for the first time since we left the spot in front of the club. Traces of tears on his face were showing but his face was emotionless. What am I supposed to do now? Leave him and run to my house's door?

"Go." He whispered demandingly. I hesitantly brushed my fingers over his cheek. "Don't cry." I begged placing a kiss on my two fingers and traced it over the tear marks on his cheek.

I couldn't do more than that since I knew what he did was wrong anyways. I whispered a 'goodbye' and left the car silently walking to my front door. When I was stood in front of my front door holding the handle, I took a quick glance at Harry's car. His head was dipped down onto the steering wheel sobbing. The sight of him like that was heart breaking but everytime I reminded myself he deserved feeling bad for what he did to all the other innocent girls who thought they chose right.

I, myself haven't known any guy till now who has dated as many girls as Harry did, or should I say shagged, screwed, ruined and stripped them out of innocence. But the way he cried didn't tell he was actually sad because of the innocent girls, but it showed something about regret, maybe of the past, and maybe of the present tense we are in now.

I just controlled myself and walked to my room bluntly slumping myself on my bed. I threw my head on my pillow and drifted off to sleep without even

bothering to change.

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I woke up the next morning with a massive headache attacking my brain and nerves. I didn't know whether to scream it out or cry it all off. I looked through my twitter and tweeted some stuff trying to forget about the annoying headache. I tweeted about the pain and went back to bed groaning.