Beautiful Things - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 12

Harry

Life was beautiful lately. It was almost perfect actually. I would walk through campus with a smile on my face, in the last week of classes before Christmas break. I loved Christmas and the fact that things were working out for me, in every aspect of my life, made everything even better. Even though I would have to study and some work to do during the break, due to the first and second weeks of January, I couldn't be happier. That was until I knocked on Amelia's apartment door, on a Thursday night, and Lisa told me she was out on a date with fucking Jensen.

"Are you teasing me, Lisa?" I asked, still not believing that that was happening. But she didn't laugh. She didn't even give me a simple smile. Nothing. 

"I'm sorry, Harry." She shrugged, unsure of what to tell me. "I thought you guys weren't exclusive."

"We're not, but still." I was the one shrugging this time. 

"I know how you feel. I've been there with Nathan too. But you have to tell her that you don't feel comfortable with this situation." She said, looking at me with compassion in her eyes. "She's a great girl, I'm sure she's not doing it on purpose, and she has no idea how much this is hurting you."

"I never said it was hurting me."

"Well, I can see it in your eyes." She gave me a sad smile. "It's a fucked-up situation, especially because Amelia doesn't want anything serious, but you have to admit it to yourself."

"Admit what?" I asked, a little lost.

"That you have feelings for her." She said. We both stood silent for a while, just looking at each other, when I sighed. I rubbed a hand over my face, frustrated.

"I'm so fucking screwed."

"I wish I could help you more, but unfortunately I can't." Lisa said, rubbing my arm softly and giving me her compassionate smile again.

"Thanks, Lisa." I told her, knowing damn well that there was nothing else I could do.

I ended up going to a bar alone. After a few drinks, sitting by the bar by myself, a blonde approached me, sitting right next to me. She was wearing a very tight top with her fake tits all out and very tight, skinny jeans that made her ass look round and big. She asked for a drink and touched my arm softly after taking a sip, smiling at me with her very white, perfect teeth. I looked at her with a frown. Usually, she would be type of woman I would be interested in. Not only was she hot as fuck, but she was also gorgeous. But in that moment, I couldn't care less about other women. Not when my Amelia was having a date with another guy. 

"Hey, gorgeous! Are you here all alone?" She asked, in her high-pitched voice. There was the one thing I didn't like about her. I looked to my sides and then at her.

"Do you see anyone else here?" I asked, rudely. She frowned, her smile fading, obviously not waiting for how rude I was. 

"Wow, are you okay, sweetie?" She asked, her smile back on her lips, trying to regain her composure. 

"Not having a good night." I shrugged, taking another sip from my drink. 

"Maybe I can help you get better." She started running her finger up and down my arm and approaching me more. I looked at her. 

Her lips were plump, and she had some pink lip-gloss that made them look even better. For a moment, I almost let go of my anger and my thoughts and kissed her. It would be so much easier if I could just do it; just let go of whatever was pulling me back and have crazy sex with her all night long. And I knew exactly what was pulling me back. It was her. Amelia. The thought of her with Jensen made my grip on my glass tighten.