Something Borrowed.

Chapter Twenty Two: Closure.

Chapter Twenty Two: Closure.

-Sam-

I had gotten a text from Ashley late the other night. She wanted to meet up and get lunch, she had some things she wanted to talk about. I agreed to join her. I now wait in the vacant cafe, sipping on ice water and opening sugar packets. The table moved and I knew it was her. I looked up at her, and she looked right through me. She looked different. Her hair was straightened to perfection, her cheeks were coated with blusher, and her eyes surrounded by lashes. I didn't know wether to say hi to her or not. I was still hurt by her.

'Thanks for coming out,' she muttered. I nodded.

'I know you don't care about my feelings,' she began. This was true. I situated myself for what would be an interesting conversation.

'But I am hurt at what you've done,' she crossed her arms. I blinked twice. Was she mental?

'W-what I've done?' I repeated. She nodded firmly. I scoffed.

'May I remind you that none of this would've happened if you just left my boyfriend alone in the first place.' She shook her head and grinned.

'You think I was the only one?' She raised a brow.

'All those nights he came in...' Her smirk widened.

'Who gave Harry what he wanted...?

'When you couldn't?'

'You don't know what you're talking about,' I shook my head.

'I think I know my own husband,' she said.

'Ex-husband,' I corrected her. She chewed on her bottom lip.

'I knew you were low Sam. Even as kids you played dirty when it came to Harry. But I never thought you'd sink this low,' she said through clenched teeth.

'This is ridiculous,' I muttered taking a sip of water.

'He was mine!' She suddenly raised her voice. I looked up and saw the anger in her eyes and stained cheeks.

'He was never yours,' I said slowly.

'He was always mine,' I said pointing to my chest.

'You were my friend,' I said almost helpless. She shifted uncomfortably in the seat in front of me.

'We were never friends,' she said avoiding my glance.

'I trusted you,' I said feeling myself getting worked up.

'And you betrayed me!'

'I loved him!' I shook my head.

'You don't know what loves like...' I said making sure she took in every word I said.

'I loved him,' she repeated but softer.

'Do you have any idea what it's like to have the one thing you want...the only thing you need taken away from you?' I asked feeling my voice shake. She stayed silent.

'You haven't got a clue what it's like to love Harry Styles,' I said. She crossed her arms.

'Because no matter what...he can never love you as much as you love him.'

'Thats not true,' she shook her head.

'I loved him Sam.'

'He has to love his family, his friends, his bandmates his fans and his job...he has to love all that before he can love you.' She abruptly got up and stalked a few steps forward.

'I just wanted closure,' she said and stalked forward a few steps before turning around.

'You two make me sick,' she hissed. I rolled my eyes standing up and heading for the exit on the other side of the cafe.