The Unknown (A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction)

The Unknown - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

~ Present Day ~

~ YOUR POV ~

Life without Harry wasn’t the same. It felt like I missed something, something really important. It had been two months since I broke up with him. I still saw Harry every day, and every day I had to see the look on his face when he saw me. I couldn’t forgive myself for what I had done to him, to me, to us. I could still see he loved me, I saw it in his eyes every time he was only a few meters away from me. And I still loved him, but I couldn’t take him back, I knew my father would be furious and would do everything to take Harry away from me.

I was still hurt, I wasn’t the same girl as I was before I actually met Harry. I barely slept, I couldn’t get any food through my throat. Every morning I had to see myself with bags under my eyelids as I looked into the mirror, seeing a fragile girl standing there, her skin pale. 

After the fight I had with my father, about Harry, he never said anything about it. He was happy it was clearly for me I had to stay away from him, even though I didn’t want to. Actually, I just wanted to run up to the sweetest boy, wrapping my arms around him and feel his warmth against my skin. I missed him. My heart told me to go after him, my heart told me I needed him. But my head told me I was fine like this, my head told me I’d never been as great before, my head told me I was doing well for staying away from him, the person I loved the most. 

~ AUSTIN’S POV ~

The last few weeks I had to see my best friend struggling with her feelings. She was hurt, she was heartbroken, causing to break my heart. I hated seeing her like this, she didn’t deserve the situation where she was in. Since the day she told me she needed me, and her father knew about Harry, I saw her changing into an exhausted girl; bags under her red, puffy eyes, the slid, pink blush on her cheeks has disappeared as her face became paler each day. The bones in her wrists began to poke out as her energy became less. (YN) wasn’t the same, happy girl anymore.

I had asked her what her ex-boyfriend Harry was like because she was so messed up. I just needed to know why he was so special to her, because if she was that torn apart, there must be something good about him.

My whole view of Harry had changed as (YN) told me every sweet thing that Harry had done for the girl who was so important to me, and told me how much he actually loved her and would do anything for her. It made me really happy to hear those things about the boy I’ve always thought of he was bad and he’d use (YN). But it also made me feel sad because she was being kept away from the boy she desperately loved…

“Hey!” I happily cheered as I put my arm around the taller, curly boy next to me, as we made our way through the hall. He turned his head as his dark eyes looked straight into mine, his eyebrows frowned. He looked behind him just above the place our bodies connected, checking if I was really talking to him. 

I let my arm fall and extended my hand, ready to shake Harry’s. He raised his eyebrows a little bit as he parted his lips, being astonished about the fact of a stranger talking to him. But actually he knew I wasn’t a stranger, he knew I was (YN)’s best friend, we never talked to each other though.

“Umm… Hello.” He replied in a raspy, confused voice as he hesitantly took my hand and shook it. Other students peeled their eyes at us and shook their heads like this was something that shouldn’t happen. Our steps became slower as we made our way through the hall, not having a destination. 

“I’m Austin, (YN)’s best friend.” I said as he suddenly walked away from me. He stuffed his hand in the pocket of his denim jeans before he held a small, silver key in his hands. I followed him to his locker as he opened it, avoiding eye contact. “I know,” He mumbled as I reached my hand out to my hair, nervously letting my finger slid over the soft fabric of my grey beanie. “How are you?” He continued with a small smile on his face as he looked at me. I let my hand fall as I rocked back and forth on the heels of my shoes. “I’m fine… But can I talk to you for a second? It’s about (YN).” I said as I stuffed my hand in the pocket of my jeans, clenching my fingers around my phone for no reason, probably because I was nervous. His eyes widen as the most inner parts of his eyebrows went down, causing him to look confused and annoyed at the same time. He shook his head as he looked down at his feet. “I can’t, I got to go.” He mumbled as he wanted to walk away from me. His back muscles shone through his thin t-shirt as I grabbed hold of his upper arm, causing him to stop walking as I said, “I know you miss her too.” Harry turned his head, “Too?” He mumbled as I saw his eyebrows grow back in their previous positions , “What do you mean, ‘too’?” I let his arm go and raised my hand, gesturing him to follow me.