Something Borrowed.

Chapter Seventeen: Start Over.

Chapter Seventeen: Start Over.

-Harry-

The sun was out for some strange reason in east London. It shined bright through the blinds of the tiny room I was in. The lady with the green eyes, who went by Mary Hughes, pushed her glasses upon her nose.

'Why would you do that?' Why would I do that? What kind of a question is that?

'Why?' I repeated.

'Yes Harry. Why would you do that to her?' I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it.

'If I knew why I fucked everything up I wouldn't be here,' I said bitterly.

'I am trying to help you. I am trying to understand why you resorted to adultery in your past relationship. I can't help if you don't give me answers.'

'Im just trying to help you start over Harry. That's all.'

I simply gathered my things, stood up and slammed the door shut on my way out. I zipped up my jacket and got strange looks from the people waiting in the common room.

'Shes all yours,' I threw the door open and stalked down the stairs. I had forgotten how warm the weather was, so I unzipped my jacket and carried it between my fists.

I don't know how far I walked. But by the time I sat down I could feel a sheen of sweat across my forehead. I sat on a wooden bench that over looked Primrose Hill, seven blocks away from my apartment. And in the apartment complex behind me, Niall lived. Sam and Darcy have been staying with him since the wedding back in February. I wondered how they were doing...since I'm not allowed to see them or anything. I missed my little girl to death.

To: Gemma Anne.

Talking to someone about my problems doesn't work, just leaves me with more questions and less answers.

From: Gemma Anne.

Sorry to hear. Talking to that woman has helped Sam. Maybe you need to talk to someone who knows you best? xx

To: Gemma Anne.

Who? You? Mum, the boys?

From: Gemma Anne.

The source of your problem. Call Sam, she will work things out with you Harry. She's in a better place than she was last time you saw her. I've got work, do as I say. You'll be surprised. Love you xoxo

I paced around Primrose debating how to call her. What to say, how to say it. How do you call the mother of your child that wants nothing to do with you? The answer is simple. You don't.

I walked down the street with my head hung low as the sun began to set. I went down into the subway and took the train. I had no idea where I was going, but I was okay with that. I sat down on the cold hard bench, staring at my untied shoe laces in the bland lighting.

'You're Harry Styles right?' A voice said. I looked up at a guy that must've been my age or a little older. I shook my head.

'Nah mate.'

'You look just fucking like him though,' he said looking at the middle aged woman next to him who agreed.

'I get that a lot,' I began lacing up my shoes. When I looked back up I noticed the bouquet of flowers next to him.

'For someone special?' I asked.

'The big six months,' he laughed.

'Congratulations.' He smiled and plugged in some head phones. I leant my head back against the window and shut my eyes, slowly drifting out of consciousness.