Torn (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Eighteen

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(Harry’s pov)

 After Bailey called me, I knew something was wrong. I jumped in the car and raced to her house. I arrived and she was sitting outside on her luggage. I hugged her trying to calm her down. She told me why she was so upset. I guess all my anger came rushing out because I ran into Justin’s house. Justin was sitting there with his head in his hands, Selena trying to comfort him. I walked over to them.

“What the fuck Justin? You saw what happened when Bailey caught me cheating on her. Do you really want that to happen all over again?”

Selena spoke up, “What happened?”

I looked at her and laughed, “She beat the living hell out of the girl I cheated on her with. I’m not talking about hair pulling and slapping. Bailey bloodied her face. She was going to be a model but she needed surgery to repair her face before she could be one.”

Selena looked scared, Justin looked up from his hands, “I’m sorry that I cheated on her. I know that’s not going to change a thing but yea.”

I looked at him, “Dude, just stay the fuck away from her if you know what is best for you.”

After saying that I walked out of the house, I grabbed Baileys’ suitcase and her hand. I walked to my car and put her suitcase in. I opened the door for Bailey to get in. She looked at me and hugged me. She whispered in my ear, “Thanks Harry, It means a lot knowing you have my back. I love you.” She kissed my cheek and got in the car.

(Bailey’s pov)

 He drove me to my class. I got out and ran inside. I quickly changed into my dance gear. I walked into my class and they were dancing around. I joined them.  Blaze noticed me. He got everybody to stop dancing.  “Guys it looks like we have Miss Bailey back with us.” Everybody noticed me and clapped.

“Okay guys, I have something to say.  Please sit down.” Everybody surrounded me sitting down. “Guys I want you to know my passion is dancing. It is an honor to be your dance teacher with me only being 16. I want to apologize for not being the best coach though. I have put all my problems in front of what I love to do. I sure hope all of you forgive me. Now, who is ready to dance? I have a competition for us to enter in a few months so who is ready to buckle down and get to dancing?” Everybody jumped up shouting and grabbing me. Blaze picked me up and swung me around.

“Let’s sit down and choose a song.” I finally said. Everybody including me sat down. Cam spoke up, “I want to do a hip-hop song.” Everybody agreed, “Okay then, hip-hop it is. What song?” Blaze spoke up, “What about starting with Thrift Shop and add more songs?” I looked at Blaze. “I love it. Let’s first start off with dancing with Thrift Shop and add more.” Everybody got up and we began practicing.

“Okay, thrift shop is done, next song?”

“No worries?” Cam suggested.

“Let’s do it!” The grouped screamed.

“Guys, Guys, what about just breaking out in the middle of no worries we do pop lock and drop it?” Shelia asked.

We all looked at each other I like it. “After that shake and then a few more songs and finish it with a bang.”

Finally, we finished our dance. I walked back to my dorm. I had flowers there. I picked them up it had a card; Hey I’m sorry for hurting you like that. I hope we can still be dance buddies and friends. –Justin

I didn’t know what to do but just take the flowers in and sit them down. I went to take a nice long hot shower. I need to clear my mind and the shower didn’t work. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I threw my hair up in a bun. I started walking to the cemetery.

I finally made it. I had to jump the gate to get in. I walked to my dad’s grave. “Hey daddy, I don’t know if you can hear me or not but I need you now more than ever. I need someone’s opinion on my competition dance. I want my team to win. I owe them that.” I plugged my ear phones in my ear and began playing the competition music.

After dancing, I sat down. “What did you think? Please dad just sends me a sign.”  Before I knew it the wind picked up. I lay down next to his grave and began to stare up at the stars. “Thanks dad. You mean a lot to me. I really do miss you when it comes to me dancing. You were always my number one supporter.” Before I knew it my eyes grew heavy. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

*************************Next Day**********************************

I woke up beside my dad’s grave. I got up and left. I needed to head to see the guys. I walked all the way there. I knocked on their door. Louis opened the door; “Oh my damn you’re here?” I pushed past him, “Where is Harry?” He looked at me, “his room.” I walked up the stairs. I found his room. I walked right in and shut the door behind me locking it.

Harry was asleep. I walked up to him and ended up jumping on him. He opened his eyes. “What do you want?” I looked at him, “help.” Harry rubbed his eyes. “Oh, I thought you were one of the guys.” He sat up. I was still sitting on him. I was sort of straddling his waist. “Why do you need help?” I looked at my hands, “well I need help my dance routine.” Harry gave a little laugh, “babe I can’t dance all that good.” I looked at him.

“No, I just need you to tell me if it is good. I need to win the competition.” Harry grabbed my hand, “Babe listens, and you are the best dancer I know. Your routine will be amazing. You don’t need to stress. Okay I’m here if you need me.”

I looked up at him, “well I need you now.” Harry smirked, “Well then babe I’m here.” I realized what I said and playfully hit him, “Not like that you perv.” He pushed me off of him and he ended up hovering over me. “I love you Bay.” I looked up into his eyes. Those eyes always make me melt inside, “I love you to Harry.” He leaned down and kissed me.

 Our lips fit perfect together. He traced his tongue over the bottom of my lip asking for entrance. I granted him that. His tongue explored my mouth. I had so many butterflies exploring my stomach I didn’t think it would be able to hold them. Our sweet innocent kiss we were having turned heated real quick. My fingers were tangled in his hair as his hands were on my side. He slowly moved his hand down to my thigh he pulled up so he was resting between my legs. I felt him grow hard against my leg since he has had boxers on and I had shorts on.

I pulled away, “Harry stop please.” He stopped and looked at me. “Did I do something babe?” I looked up at him, “I’m not ready.” He realized what I meant and stopped. He was going to move but I pulled him down. “Just because I said I’m not ready I didn’t mean you had to move.” He rested his head on my chest. I played with his hair.

“I’m going to change for you. I love you Bailey and I promise you I will never hurt you again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I have never met any girl that makes my heart skip a beat when I’m near them like you do. I hope you forgive me for the past and we can move on from it and hopefully get back together one day. I love you so much.” I pulled up Harry’s head and made him look at me.  “I forgive you for everything. I want to make a future with you Harry; I love you to the moon and back.” I smiled. He leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips.