Fool's Gold [Completed]

18: She is the Sunlight

  This chapter is in Harry's POV.

"Hey... it's me. Again. I know you're upset with me, and honestly you've every right to be. It's just gone midnight though, so I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I sent you a gift as well, to your flat. I hope you got it. I hope you've gotten these as well. I know I've left quite a few by now." An attempt at a lighthearted laugh followed my words, then a pause. My hand ran across the back of my neck the way I did when I got nervous. I wasn't sure why. I'd spoken to her voicemail more times this week than I think I ever had anybody else's in my whole life. I was surprised it wasn't full yet, but it meant she was probably deleting my messages as I'd leave them. Letting out a sigh, I bit my lip and chose my next words carefully. "I miss you, Mikayla. Please talk to me. I want to sort this out... Please let me try and fix this."

I swallowed around a lump in my throat and decided it was pointless to say anything more. She wouldn't listen to the messages. She'd made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me when she left the flat that night I walked in on her with Jasmine by my side. The night I regretted more than anything. The night I wished I could take back.

Ending the call with a frustrated sigh, I tossed my phone onto the couch cushion beside me and rubbed my hands down my face. She wasn't going to answer. I knew that. That didn't stop me from calling and wishing she would, though.

I'm not sure how many times I had called by now. 30 times? 40? I'd lost count, but the numbers in parentheses by her name on my extensive and repetitive call list reminded me that it'd been upwards of 75 within the last three days alone. I didn't want to scroll and see how many it had been in the full week she'd been ignoring my calls. I'd crossed the threshold of being distressed, passed desperate, and shot straight for downright pitiful.

"Alright there, mate?"

I dragged my hands further down my face to uncover my eyes, hissing slightly as I came in contact with the bruise that had formed around my left eye. I looked up at Niall standing in the entrance to the living room, two paper plates topped with sausages and crisps in hand and a confused look on his face.

Once I'd gotten back up to the flat the night Mikayla left, I found Jasmine tossing my things out of the dresser drawers and onto the floor in a rage I'd never seen before. Of course I'd seen her angry before. It was a regular occurrence throughout the past year of our relationship, but she'd never gotten to the point of violently throwing things across the room like she had that night.

"You cheated on me!" Jasmine shouted, face red with fury. "After everything I've done for you, you go off and fuck some trash from the ghetto?!"

Broken glass surrounded a picture frame that was strewn about the floor near my feet, a few drops of blood staining the carpet where it dripped from behind the hand covering my eyebrow, where the edge of the frame had made contact. I didn't know how deep the gash went, but the force of the impact had been enough to break the skin and the blood felt slick against my palm, so I knew there must've been a decent amount pooling around my hand.

The pain was sharp, stinging, and I had to blink away the hot tears that threatened to crop back up into my vision.

"She's not trash, don't talk about her like that..."

"Don't you fucking start, Harry." Her words stopped me in my tracks. "You're always making excuses for your shitty behavior. I've gone through so much to be with you, and this is how you repay me?"

"I'm always making shitty excuses? What exactly have you done, then?" I retorted without pause. "You're always reminding me of what you've 'done for me' to get me to do what you think I should do, yet all I can think of is you supporting me through a tough spot once in my life, like you're supposed to do when you legitimately care about someone. But I suppose that'd be pushing the limits of what we have, wouldn't it? You don't care about me. You never have. It's always been about you."