Summer Love (a Harry Styles fan fiction)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

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Harry’s POV

Oh, fuck. “Stupid me, stupid me!” I murmured crossly, pinching my arm over and over again until I felt the sting. I looked down and saw a whole line of purple bruises but I didn’t care or felt sorry for myself.

I shouldn’t have acted so stupidly! Or even acted! So what if she’s fourteen? People always say that age doesn’t matter in a relationship. Right?

And besides, five years difference isn’t that big. She was right, I was acting like a jerk! Oh great, now she’s unconscious.

Harry Styles is bullshit.

I rubbed my eyes and sat at the end of her bed, sighing loudly. Her friends Jess and Will sat on their own beds, exchanging worried glances.

They had the right to be worried, Summer was their best friend! And I, this total jerk, had messed up her heart. Badly. Screw me.

I felt so apologetic towards Jess and Will. They were kind enough not to blame me but I knew what they were thinking: That guy broke my best friend’s heart.

Still, I noticed that once or twice, Jess had a small smile on her face, barely noticeable. I didn’t get why I became so observant but anyway. And whenever she had that smile, she would always be looking at Summer. Her eyes had this sparkle. Almost evil.

I didn’t take note much of it though, Summer was more important. She had been unconscious for three hours and I was getting worried. I wanted to get a doctor but Jess insisted that it wasn’t serious.

“Harry, go back. There’s nothing much you can do here anyway,” Will advised kindly, placing an arm on my shoulder. She looked really tired and she had yawned a few times in the last hour.

I looked up at her and shook my head sadly. “No, I have to be there for her. And explain to her why I acted like that. I can’t leave,” I sobbed.

Will sighed. “Whatever, you decide. But Jess and I are going to bed. And I have to go call my parents.” She nodded at Jess and headed towards the door.

Jess came over and sat next to me. She patted my knee gently and the touch felt so encouraging. I was glad someone was there for me. I needed it badly.

I thought she would stay like that, nothing else. But no, she inched closer and closer, as if she wasn’t close enough. She was practically sitting on me.

I shifted uncomfortable away to make space for her and she frowned. She moved closer and touched my neck, placing her lips a few inches away from my skin.

“Harreh.”

I shivered. Jess was really acting weird and as I stared at her, I noticed that she had on make-up. Who had make-up before she slept?!

She traced her fingers up and down my neck and I moved away. But she didn’t stop. She got up and sat on my left knee, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Our faces were so close, if I leaned a few centimeters in, we would be kissing.

“Um, Jess? What are you doing?”

Jess rested her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck gently. “Can’t you tell, Harry?”

“Nooo….” I choked out.

She lifted her head and leaned in ever so slowly, her eyes on my lips.

I had to stop this.

I stood up hurriedly and pushed her away. She growled angrily and stomped towards me, grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards her. “You’ll be mine.”

“NO!”

I ran.

Summer’s POV

“Oh god.” I pressed my fingers against my forehead and groaned. “Ugh, why is the room so dark? What time is it?”

“Oh thank god you’re awake Summer!” Will exclaimed, smiling brightly in my face.

I could see clearly now but my headache was still there. I managed a smile and looked around for Jess. “Jess?”

“She said she had errands to run.”

“Oh.” I winced as the headache seemed to get worst. “Gah, why am I having a headache? What happened?”

She chewed on her fingernails nervously, making me frown. “You really don’t remember what happened last night?”

“No.” I laid back down and closed my eyes, trying hard to recall what happened.

Suddenly, everything came flooding back. How I was furious at Harry for his ‘mood swing’, everything.

The memory made my headache even worse and I groaned. “Will, get me a painkiller. Please.”

Will rushed around the room, trying to find the painkillers we brought. She finally found them and passed two to me, watching as I swallowed them one by one.

Now that I was more conscious, I felt angrier at Harry. All the hatred came rushing back like it was competing with each other in a race. My heart felt sore and my throat felt painful from all the yelling.

I could still picture his face. His oh-so-beautiful one before we had the dinner and our short kiss.

Probably our last.

And his innocent face when I got angry. Just picturing it made me want to punch him and just cry and cry and cry. Going back home might be a good idea.

“Will? Do they have painkillers for the heart?"