The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 33

We walk out of the house together, being hit with cold air. It felt great, instead of being in a house where heat and sweat was building up. Kian brings me to a silver Range Rover, which I'm guess is his. He unlocks it, opening the passenger seat for me. I'll have to text Evie later telling her I went with my friend Kian.

She'll probably think I'm crazy, but I don't care, I need to get away from here. As far as possible. Right after the semester ends in September, I'm straight up leaving. I don't care, I'll move somewhere else.

"So you wanna start talking?" He turns onto a street.

"What do you want to know?" I ask.

"How did you meet him?"

"The first day i moved into my dorm, I met my roommate Evie, who looks punk, but is really the sweetest girl. And then Harry and his friend Zayn barged into our dorm," I explain.

"Ok."

"Zayn introduced himself, but Harry was being a dick and didn't even acknowledge my presence," I huff.

"How did you fall for him?" He chuckles.

"At a party, I was drunk and he was helping me. It was weird, he was being someone different. But now I realized he's been just playing me," I tell him, "well I always knew, but I tried to ignore it."

"Playing with you?"

"He just wanted to get into my pants."

"Did he?"

"Yea..." My voice cracks.

Kian turns his face to quickly glance at me, "you can find so much better. You've always been an amazing and beautiful woman."

"But I'm not. I'm pathetic, I'm clueless, and worthless."

"Don't ever say that again. You know damn right that's a lie. You may think that now, but I can tell you, when we grew up together you were the smartest person I knew. And you are worth more than our universe," he frowns.

"No..."

"Lina, don't let this dick of a punk drag you down. Keep that head up, you don't want your crown to fall."

"No one cares. No cares, I could leave and no one would notice. For god's sake! My own mother doesn't even care for me!" I yell.

"Your mom? What? But you still have your dad? You always went to your dad for everything anyways," he doesn't know.

My chest throbs. I can feel my body shake and the anxiety killing me. I hate this feeling, this feeling of being alone. Being scared of being alone. You feel like you have no heart and you're just bleeding out till you get old and die. Like there's no reason for being around people.

"My dad died a year ago," I make out the words slowly.

"What? I'm so sorry...I didn't know," he reaches over the divider to put his hand onto of mind.

Something he always used to do when I was upset. He knows how my mom can be, but it hurts that I never told him about my dad. He loved my dad too. My dad always told me, Kian was like his second son.