Labyrinth [Harry Styles] (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Eight

'Loving too much always kills you. It rips you apart and messes your mind. It leaves you awake in 3 in the morning, wishing you didn't have any feelings.'

Halfway through the bottle I cry even more.

What does this mean? Is he cheating? So it's all over, just like this? He doesn't love me?

I drink some more, before smashing the bottle against the counter.

A loud yell leaves my mouth and I fall on my knees, into the shreds of broken glass. It cuts my legs, but I simply couldn't care less. It doesn't hurt half as much as my heart. It aches, it's tearing, falling to pieces.

Why does still hurt so much? When I was drinking, it helped, the pain went away for some time. Here it doesn't.

It's love.

This was a part of a game. Wasn't it? He made me fall in love with him, just like with other girls. And I was foolish enough to give him everything, to trust him, to fall for him. He is poison. He is my fatal poison.

I'm not thinking straight, everything is messy, I feel dizzy and tears are still running down my cheeks.

I know I probably shouldn't, but I dial him.

It rings.

"Baby? Is everything okay?" he picks up, his voice soft.

"Don't you dare to call me baby! I'm not a baby to you anymore!" I bark.

My brain has no filter.

"Anna? What are you talking about? Are you crying? Anna! What happened?"

Is he acting dumb, or is he naturally this way.

"None of your business if I'm crying or not." I snap.

"Besides, did you think that I wouldn't find out. You won Harry. The player strikes again." I finish and add dry laugh in the end.

"Are you drunk? Fuck! Please tell me you are at least at home." he sounds worried.

Don't pretend anymore Styles. I know I was just a game.

"No daddy, I'm not drunk."

I can't believe I just called him that, still too drunk to care.

"Anna, I'm coming! Shit. Stay there." he breaths out and I hang up.

He's good at this. I almost believed he is worried. I remember clearly, what he told me in New York, about playing girls. I see what he's doing. I'm one of those fools. He wasn't lying when he said he destroys everything.

But he lied about us.

I don't know what hurts more. The fact that I love him, the fact that I know he doesn't love me and he played me or the fact that he cheated on me.