Stalker

Chapter Nine

Harry's POV:

After I finished applying the ointment to her body, I tucked her into bed after her long day. I asked if she needed any food or water, but she denied all of my offers. And as soon as her head hit the pillows, I could already hear her soft snores.

I watch over her for a few more minutes to make sure she really is alright.

I sigh as relief washes over me. She'll be alright for now. I venture off into the rest of the house and go into my bed down the hall from Mya's.

However, when I get into my bed, all I'm stuck thinking about is her. I lay there, my body tired, but my mind restless.

I know she'll never love me liked she did back then. It would be impossible because after the accident, I turned into the monster I am now. I wasn't the man she loved then.

There was no turning back from that.

All I could hope was that she could fall for the man that she had once before.

With my limbs sprawled all over the top of the duvet covers of my bed, I found that these thoughts were distressing me. I couldn't think of a happy ending to our story.

I couldn't save Mya, and I wasn't able to save our love. And with that, I lost myself.

Realizing that I wouldn't be sleeping, I stood up quickly from my bed and walked to the kitchen, where I would find my escape in the liquor cabinets.

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*FLASHBACK*

"Harry," she says to me cheerfully. "I got in! I got into Berkley!"

I frown to myself, but quickly change my expression to a smile to disguise my sadness. "That's great, babe. I'm so proud of you. See? I told you. You just needed to keep with singing, and now you've done it! You've gotten it," I beam at her as I lift her up into my arms and spin her in the air.

In my mind, I'm crushed. I knew I only had a limited amount of time in America. I just didn't know that I would meet Mya.

More importantly, I didn't think I'd find my first love.

She continues to ramble on about how excited she is on going to university, and I try to fake my enthusiasm for her. Because I want to support her.

I just can't help feeling crushed.

Unfortunately, she knows me all too well. "What's wrong, Harry?" She questions me, with worry in her eyes.

We cross the street, and I hesitate as I stop in the middle of the crosswalk.

"I am so happy for you, and I'm glad that you get this opportunity..." I reveal to her.

"But?" She questions

"But, you promised that you'd come back to Cheshire with me. You know I love you, and I-I don't think I can go back without you," I confess.

We are still in the crosswalk as we continue, "Well, if you loved me, you wouldn't have a problem with me leaving. And it would only be for a few years. Not to mention, we'd see each other during my breaks," she says with crossed arms.

"How do I know you won't go back to having sex with every guy you meet? I mean, when I first got into this relationship, I didn't know that I was with a sex addict," I spit out venomously.

Mya looks at me like I've just slapped her. And in that moment, I know I've said the wrong thing. She turns away from me and stalks to the other end of the crosswalk, away from me. I call after her, but she doesn't hear me. Or she's ignoring me.

But just then, I see her stop in her tracks and she turns towards me, but not before I see the front of a minivan collide with her body.

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Author's Note:

Intense chapter, eh? By the way, I'm not Canadian.

Don't forget to vote, comment, or whatever. I'll have a new chapter sometime tonight again, or tomorrow. I'm just in that writing sort of mood.

That, and I have no life because I have no friends.

Just kidding.

Or am I?

Also, One Direction's new song is straight fire.