This Just In (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 19: What have I done?

Chapter 19: What have I done?

*Maddy's POV*

Perfect.

That was the only word to describe this moment.

Perfect.

Harry kissed me until we both needed air. We cuddled into each other, and stared at the view. I still felt guilty for ignoring Harry and of course for the fact I wasn't being completely honest. I just didn't want to tell him. it would ruin everything.

"Maddy?" Harry softly asked.

"Yeah?" I mumbled.

"I love you."

I blushed into Harry's chest. "I love you too." I giggled.

"Can I ask something?"

"Yes."

"What's with you and Louis?" He sounds so jealous.

"What?"

"It just seems like he knows something."

"He doesn't really know any more than you do, Harry."

Harry thinks for a minute. "So you're still hiding something from me?"

I don't respond. I can't look at the hurt expression I know will be on his face.

"Maddy, look at me." He bends down so his face is in front of mine. I still avoid his pestering eyes.

"Maddy." He gently cups my chin, and turns my face to look at him. I shut my eyes. I don't want to see.

"Please." His voice sounds so broken. I open my eyes. He is closer than I thought he was, but I don't flinch. His green eyes are bright, and observant.

"Louis doesn't know anything." I tell him. He nods, and looks back at the city.

"Is it about your mum? Is that what this is all about?" He randomly asks.

I am speechless. "Y-yes." I whisper.

Harry still stares at the blinking lights in the distance.

"It just seems like you don't like her company..or enjoy talking about her at all. The whole situation with her is a bit strange." He shrugs.

"I..." I clear my throat. It doesn't help.

"Do you want to tell me?" Harry looks at me now with a caring smile. Ugh. That makes it worse.

"Yes." I watch his reaction closely.

"She doesn't want us together? Is that why you were ignoring me?"

I shake my head. "No. She wants us together. Definitely."

Harry groans at my vague answer. "Why then?"

"The article...she um..."

"She saw it, and doesn't want you exploited. So she's mad?"

"No, Harry." Harry throws his hands in the air in frustration. I can feel the waves of impatience rolling off him.

"Why won't you tell me? It's not like I'll leave you! I love you, Maddy! I couldn't leave."

I didn't believe him. This will be worse than he ever imagined. But I need to tell him. I should've told him before. Harry paces the bridge while balling his hands into fists.

"My mum works for the Paparazzi." I tell him. Harry stops walking when he is five feet away. He turns to look at me with surprise.

"She made me go and find you. T-to get some undercover g-gossip." I have big, juicy tears streaming down my face now. Harry doesn't comfort me. He stands there with a calculating look on his face. And that makes me cry harder.

"I f-found you. And she was h-happy. She paid me." I choke out. Harry takes a step away from me. No. He can't leave yet. I knew he was bound to go, but he has to wait for the whole story.

"Wait! She had photographers following us on our coffee d-date. And she put up the article. T-then she wanted more. So she k-kept bugging me. And-"

"You dated me for money?!" Harry spat disgustedly.

I shake my head and tears splatter the ground by my feet. "No! The money was a bonus... Remember when I said I have gotten hurt before? It's was from a big shot player. And I thought you were just like him. But you're not! I love you!" I say desperately through my sobs.

"You were using me to get money and revenge. You don't love me." Harry has tears running down his face now. I want to wipe them away, but he's mad. Wrong, he's fuming.

"No!! I really do love you!"

"I'm sorry Maddy." He shakes his head. His face is broken. So hurt, and it's my fault. His pain is my pain. And boy does this hurt.

"What?" I ask.

Why is he sorry? He didn't do anything.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'm not even sure if we were ever together. I thought we were, and I loved you. But I can't let people use me anymore. So I'm sorry. Goodbye."

Oh.

I listen to the careless crickets chirp around me as Harry viciously runs a hand through the curls I love. There no sign of his dimples. He wipes his face off and walks off the bridge without a second glance.

I say goodbye to the only person I truly loved.