Heated (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 30

Heated - Chapter 30

I have to admit, that night with Harry was like nothing I would have ever done in my life. I've never broken into a museum before - and almost got arrested for it and I've never stayed out late with a guy and got a bit 'heated' with him in a car before.

Why does it feel so good? Maybe it's because it makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt before. Maybe it's because it's with Harry. I thought I'd be having the best week after that.

Boy, was I fooled...

After spending the evening out with Harry, things changed drastically. He didn't call me or text anymore. He's been acting aloof lately and whenever I do try and text him, he'd always give one word letters or wouldn't pick up the phone whenever I called.

I don't know why he's acting this way towards me.

Have I done something wrong? Was I too much for him last night? Am I making him wait too long to have sex with me? Am I just not good enough?

I mean, if it is any of those things, then why doesn't he just tell me straight up instead of keeping me out of the know?

How can someone make you feel like the happiest girl one minute and then completely shatter you and treat you like trash the next?

I just don't get it...

All these thoughts kept lingering around in my head and I couldn't fathom the sudden change of character in Harry. I started to regret everything that I had done with him when I realized that maybe I wasn't everything to him after all. Maybe he's never even felt a thing for me.

Well, if that's true, then he must be an amazing actor because I actually believed every word.

Today Becky and I have decided to meet up at a coffee shop. Maybe talking to her will make me feel a bit better than I feel right now.

"Ugh, my Mom has been nagging me all the time. I mean, she's my Mom and I love her, but sometimes she can just be so annoying! You know what I mean?"

Becky huffs in exasperation as she drinks on her coffee.

"Oh, trust me. I do."

I agree with her.

Even though I'm here physically with Becky, my mind is somewhere else. Or should I say on somebody else. Even though I know I probably shouldn't be worried about it as it has just been a couple of days since I have spoken to him, I just can't help myself.