The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 42

After about an hour of driving with bits of small talk here and there, we park in the middle of no where. I look to Harry a bit scared. He just gives me smirk, which can be explained as two different things, a teasing smirk or a killer smirk.

"Why are we in the middle of no where?" I ask.

"To see this, come on," Harry jumps out the car.

"Are you going to kill me?" I hesitantly get out of the car.

"No, why do you always think that?" He frowns.

"I never know with you, you're happy at one second and psycho mad the next," I take his hand in mine.

"Doesn't mean I'd ever kill you," he raises an eyebrow.

"So you would kill someone?" I chuckle.

"Depends on the situation," he laughs.

"God, let's just go before I piss myself from you frightening me," I advise.

"I frighten you?" We begin to walk.

He leads us further into the forest, and I can feel the cold air chill it's way down my back. The rain had stopped a few minutes ago, leaving everything damp and chilly.

"Sometimes," I admit.

"Why?"

"When you get mad, it's like you have no control," I almost trip over a branch.

"I do have control, I just never chose to," he shrugs.

"Why?" I watch my shoes crunch leaves.

"I don't know, cause I hate the person so much and I get tired of bullshit," he breaths.

"Like with Colton, I hated him so much for touching you. I was angry cause he had you and I didn't," he adds.

"Have you always been like this?" I wonder.

"No, not till the last year I lived in England. That's when I would let out my anger," he claims.

"So everything has been changing in these past 4 years?"

"Yea, I guess. I mean I don't know why, I used to be the nicest kid," he huffs, his breath being seen in the air.

"Did something happen that made you really pissed off?"

He ponders for a moment, "when I lost my best friend."

"Do you mind if I ask who?"

"Uh, this girl named Skylar," he clears his throat.

"Oh," I nod.

He awkwardly scratches the back of his head, "she was also my girlfriend at the time."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"I mean I'm kind of over it. She was like my bestest friend, we did crazy stuff together. One time we snuck into our school at night and spray painted on the office wall. It said, 'This is hell,'" he chuckles.

I stay silent for I have no idea what to say. He had lost his old girlfriend and he was so heartbroken by it that he could never control his anger because he loved her. I know I shouldn't be foolish and think that he can't love anyone else. But it does hurt to know there was someone before me that he could have loved more than me. If she was still alive, he would have never liked me.

"After 10 years of friendship, it was ended by a stupid over dose of drugs," he says with hatred, "she told me she never did drugs. She lied to me, because I knew she always did them every weekend."