Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

46: A walk in the park

I don't want to speak to him. I want to forget all about him. That way I won't cry anymore. I reluctantly open it, curious to see what he has to say.

From: Harry

Mollie please talk to me, I'm sorry. I want to sort this out. x

I chuck it at the end of my bed is, another tear leaving my eye. I can't reply, not yet.

This had to be the worst day by far. I have grown up with a lot of upset in my life but I don't think I have ever cried so much in one day. I've never felt the way I do about anyone else the way I do about Harry. Not even Ryan. I thought I loved him but it wasn't the same. With Ryan I liked the company, untill the incident happened... But when I'm with Harry it's different. Everything about him was different. In a good way. Well that's what I thought. But I was wrong.

"Sweetie." My Mum knocks on the door. "Are you okay?" She peers around the door. I expect she heard me crying.

"Fine." I croak.

She looks hesitant to sit down beside me, but she does anyway.

"You know you can tell me anything, don't you Mollie?"

I nod, rubbing away a water droplet.

"I know. It's just stress..."

I doubt she would believe that.

"About what?"

"Just...stuff. You know, work..."

"But you said work wasn't very busy?" She interjects.

"It's not...much. I'm the only one working some days though so it's hard.

If I was listening to myself I definitely wouldn't believe what I was saying.

"Maybe an early night?" She hints.

"Yeah." I nod. "Good idea."
...

*Next Day, 10:30am*

"Pass me the butter please Mollie."

I hand mum the container. I had the worst possible nights sleep. I barely slept in other words. Stella constantly texted me asking if I was okay, which I ended up just simply replying with 'No. But I'll be fine'. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her at that hour.

I didn't hear anymore from Harry either. I never replied. And a part of me sort of hoped that he would text again. To prove he didn't want to give up...but I was wrong.

I should never have allowed any of this to happen.

I checked my Twitter at 9, and I still had streams of abuse being thrown at me and there are still 3 trends. And of course, once again I cried.

"Do you want to go to the park today?" Mum asks, breaking my thoughts.

"Umm, yeah okay." I reply.

Fresh air would do me good, take my mind off things.

"Good." She speaks. "It's quite warm out today."
...

The smell of flowers engulf me surrounding as we step foot into the green park. The noise of laughing children filled the air, a contrast to my sorrow mood.

As the day went on I tried to smile, I really did. But I couldn't. And I knew my mum knew something was wrong. As we strolled through the park I had one of my headphones in listening to the fray. Listening to sad music probably wasn't the best idea, but it sort of eased the pain a little.

I have this empty feeling inside my stomach. And all I could think about was Harry.

"Mollie is there something bothering you?" Mum asks, as we follow the path around the park.

I slowly shake my head.

"No...nothing."

"I'm your mother Mollie, I can see it in your face. What's wrong?"

I look away, pretending to suddenly take an interest in my surroundings.

"Mollie." She repeats, sounding a little more irritated.

"I'm fine. I snap, watching the shock and anger from my mums face grow. "Just stop asking!"

She takes a breath.

"I don't know what is going on with you lately, but I know something is wrong."

I don't look her in the eyes. I can't.

"Are you going to tell me?" She sternly asks.

I stay silent, looking at the floor.

"Right then." She grunts. "I'll see you at home, because I don't want to spend the rest of the day with you moping around being miserable! Be home for dinner. She stomps off, leaving me alone. I probably should have told her."

She stomps off, leaving me alone. I probably should have told her, but I don't want to. I will just cry again. I can't stop thinking about Harry enough as it is. Bringing it up we'll just be silly.

I walk over to an empty patch of grass, taking a seat on the dry ground. I look up at the clouds that drift passed, a cool breeze brushing my cheeks. This is where I was the day Stella told me she got one Direction tickets. It felt like ages ago since then, so much has happened.

I wonder if Harry was thinking about me? No. He's probably moving on to his next woman. My heart aches.

I return to looking back at the view in front of me, children playing, but something else catches my eye. A group of girls, all exchanging glances and whispers, pointing in my direction.

"Can I help you?" I moan, watching the girls faces drop.

They roll their eyes walking off in the opposite direction I look around, noticing a few more teenage eyes staring at me. Christ sake. I stand, placing my bag over my shoulder and pacing off back to the path.

I should have just stayed at home. I place my headphones in, turning up the music.

As I walk I feel as though it was just me in a bubble, and everyone else was just there. Carrying on with their lives. My eyes become glossy.

I make a right, avoiding the skaters who lingered around the area of the park.

I feel so alone. So useless. But I can't help it. I missed Harry. But the pain in my chest still grows everytime I think of him.

I lift my head up, freezing to the spot, my breathing slowing down and my body becoming numb. Harry.

A group of dozen girls surround him in the distance, begging for photos and Twitter follows. A lump forms in my throat. He laughs at a comment a girl says, his eyes falling onto mine, his smile immediately fading,

He stands still, the girls still jumping and screaming in excitement. It's like we were both frozen, while the rest of the world carried on. His eyes fill with sorrow.

I swallow, looking back to the ground, taking a deep breath. I feel his eyes follow my movements as I walk by. My heart races. I hated this. I really, really hated this. I could feel his stares burning into me. He looked as though he wanted to say something but of course he wouldn't...

"Mollie!"

I stop. Slowly turning around to face him.

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