Where Love Hurts The Most( Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

Harry's P.O.V

“Kylie we need to talk”.....

Crap! I have no idea where I'm going with this. Ive said sorry so many times, I tried calling, texting, writing I have no idea what I can do to make this girl see that I Love Her. And what I said next just made me look twice as stupid.

“Hit me”, God where did that come from, I mine as well just lie on the floor and die.

“ What?” she replied, well at least shes talking to me right? Even though its not a real conversation I got something out of her.

“Hit me”, Crap why did I say it again?

“I'm not going to hit you Harry”, she said with a slight chuckle.

“Why not?, You wont talk to me when I apologize, you barely look at me? I understand I hurt you, you want me to feel pain I understand so hit me.” I said, knowing she wouldn't.

“Harry the kind of pain you put me through was emotional pain okay? It hurt more then Physical pain, plus I don't want to hurt you, I have no need to.”she replied, which astonished me, how mature she was being.

“Ugh, why are you being like this, can't you just hit me!” I sorta yelled

“Wow your yelling at me because I refuse to hit you?, wow you haven't changed much Harry.” she said as she turned her back to me, and her hair swayed in the wind, why did she have to be so cute but frustrating at the same time. I grabbed her bare shoulder on the side of her dress that was bare to face me.

“ Don't turn your back on me, I'm trying to fix this and your just being stubborn, I've been trying for a year almost and you wont give me the time of day. So for once your going to listen to me, and hear me out”, I said as calm as I could.

“Fine but can you walk and talk,”, she said as she began to walk away.

Was she actually going to listen?, Was this a dream? But then I realized it wasn't as she turned around to me with that smile I o so missed.

“You coming or what?”

Kylie's P.O.V

Wow I felt extremely awkward, walking with Harry, I can't help but smile though to think that after this whole year I was still on his mind. Even though hes not good at explaining his feelings, I have to say that the whole “ Hit me” thing was pretty cute. I tried to walk and just look down, but I was eager to what he wanted to talk about. So I guess I was going to start it off.

“ So how you been?” I asked him 

“Not the same without you..” he said in a glum way, I'm guessing he didn't realize he said that out loud because he quickly changed his answer.

“I mean I've been great, schools fine, haven't seen you around much, where you been?”

“Umm... schools not the funnest place to be anymore thanks to you and the reputation you have given me, to the point where I just stopped showing up for the most part”, I then realized how bad and rude that sounded after I said it. Just then Harry turned around to face me, with an angered expression.

“Look I understand what I did was messed up, and I have apologized multiple times, so if your not going to move on and get over it, then me talking to you is completely pointless!!” he yelled at me.

“Well if YOU, never trashed my reputation, then I wouldn't have to put it like that, and FWI, im the one walking home, so if you don't like my comments then feel free to walk away, you asked to walk and talk, not me!” I spat right back at him, where does he think he has the right to be angry at me, if anything I should be yelling at him.

“God Kylie!! I was drunk okay, we all do stupid stuff when we are drunk, you of all people should know that!!”, that was it he crossed the line.

“Harry, Piss off, you arrogant shit head!!! you know damn well, that night was your fault, don't you dare put this on me,  you have no right to talk to me like this, I didn't even want to come to this stupid thing because of you. Why don't you go sleep with Erika so you can use her, and throw her away like every other “ used toy” you purchase?” by this point I was in tears, but not tears of sadness but anger. “Harry you will always be the worst thing that ever happen to me, and I never did and never will love you, your a flirt and a fake and a douche bag, every moment I ever spent with you, or crying over you was a waste of my time!” I screamed at this boy, that broke my heart, but he was now in tears and all I wanted to do was hug him, but all that was fueling my body right now was anger.

“Kylie.... it was real to me.. I Loved you this whole time, and I know I broke your heart but you just ripped mine apart..” Harry said to me in tears as he slowly walked away.

I started walking away in the opposite direction. Trying to comprehend what just happened. I understand I said some pretty harsh things, but come on he was asking for it, but still those last few word were sticking to me like glue. I walked all the way home and not one second passed without Harry on my mind.

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I got home and peeled my dress off. Of course no one being home, I just decided to shower, hopefully the warm water would wash some of the feelings away. I got out with my hair semi damp, and through on my black v neck and some gray sweats and through my hair up in a bun. As I hopped down to the kitchen for a glass of water I realized I was feeling a bit sleepy, so I climbed back out the stairs, and into my room. My room is like a giant fort, with lamps, Christmas lights and a huge bed with a small balcony. I sat on the floor with my phone in hand, looking out into the city streets from my balcony window. I looked down at my phone to check the time, 12;04 AM. I was happy for this Friday, no school, I let my mind wander, until I heard a tap at the glass door. I opened it and looked down, to see this boy that had non stop been on my mind.

“Harry?”