A Step Away From Falling ➸ h.s. [Needs Editing]

Chapter 33: "It's time"

Harry's POV

Sparks flew in our kiss, a light igniting our very souls brighter than the fireworks in the night sky. I didn't want to end the kiss. I wanted to be connected to Helen forever, though I knew that was highly unrealistic. At some point the fantasy would end and we both would have to go back to reality. But for now, I kissed her with loving tenderness.

The spell was broken when Helen pushed my chest softly with her hand. I stared at her, wondering why she had done it, but I saw tears shimmering in her brown eyes. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. There was a knot in my throat. It had been so long since I had seen Helen cry... almost seven months to be exact. The sight pummeled my heart, to the degree that the pain even though it was all in my mind, I could feel it physically. 

"Why are you doing this Harry? Why do this when I was finally hoping that I might get over you? Over the pain that you left behind, the pain I had to live with every single day" she asked, her voice cracking every now and then.

"I-I just..." but nothing else came out of my mouth. I had lost my ability to talk apparently, and at a terrible time.

"You can't do that! I had to learn how to live without you in my life. I say live but that's not right. I was more dead than alive and all because of you. Because you broke me, Harry. After all this years that we've been friends you broke your promise and hurt me like no one has ever hurt me before. I am not the Helen you knew. I've changed... and I don't know if it's for the better. But it doesn't matter... and you shouldn't care. Because you used me. You took advantage of my love for you and played this stupid little games just for your entertainment, along with your girlfriend's. I wish no more than to hate you, but apparently I'm not capable of that. Not when it comes to you" tears were glistening in her eyes before they started falling freely . But she didn't look affected, she forcefully brushed them away and looked at me in a challenge.

She was different. I could see it now. She was... tougher.

"Helen, I'm-" but she cut me off.

"Just save it. I hope you enjoyed today because it's never going to happen again. Happy Birthday Harry" and with that, she gave me one last glance before walking away.

I stood there dumbfounded. I have no idea what just happened. 

I sighed deeply and ruffled my curly hair in frustration.

This went to shit really fast.

With that in mind, and with this painful weight on my heart, I left the fun fair to meet with my friends.

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When I got to Niall's flat, I didn't hesitate on letting myself in. The lad never locked his door. Supposedly because there's nothing to be scare of when you're the scariest thing out there. Or something like that he said.

I didn't know if it was true, but after meeting Niall when Helen had been kidnapped, I knew he was a professional. Not because he told me he was (he would always avoid questions about his profession), but because I could feel it. My gut told me there was so much more to Niall than what he led on. He wasn't just a normal Irish lad. Not even close.

I hear a playful heated conversation coming from the dining room so I went directly there.

Around the table were my friends sitting with several cards in their hands while others lay on the table's surface. They were playing poker.

"Who's winning?" I ask with a smirk. Already knowing the answer.

"I am, of course" Louis declared. I chuckled while Niall and Liam glared at Louis.