The Fortune Teller (One Direction)

Chapter 12 - Comforting

“Issy! Issy!” I hear Raya yell from somewhere beyond the car park. It’s pitch black, so she’s going to have a hard time finding me.

From the stone steps I turned left and ran down the side of the building to where the emergency exit can be found. Dropping down onto the cold stone step by the emergency door, I broke down crying. I didn’t care if I could be heard a million miles away, when you’re just that upset you need to be a bit selfish.

I stopped howling when I heard Raya step outside. She may be my best friend, but she was in on Harry’s little plan. Maybe she’s going to try and convince me to listen to him sing some Meat Loaf, like that’d make it all better.

So now I’m crouched in the dark at the far end of the building just behind the step near the emergency doors. I’m trying desperately not to cry, but it’s so difficult. My head is swimming with thoughts, they’re all gliding by each other and I’m hopping between them, creating new ones as I go. It’s too much; I know I’ll explode sooner or later.

“Issy!” Raya yells again, closer this time. I look to my right and see her shadow creeping closer to my hiding spot. To my left is nothing but a brick wall and a lot of weeds. I’m trapped.

Shielding my face with my arm, I duck my head and hope for the best, spying the gap through a tiny gap beneath my elbow.

Her shadow appears at the entrance to my small hiding spot. Slowly and quietly, she makes her way towards me.

“I’m sorry.” She says as she plonks herself down next to me. I don’t reply, so she continues, “I guess I wasn’t thinking properly. I thought it was a good idea, at the time…” she sighs, “I thought I was making up for ruining your relationship with Harry…”

“You didn’t ruin anything, Ray.” I tell her truthfully, not looking up from the graffiti on the wall opposite.

“I did. I told you about Harry and Darce. Well, Wendi did, but I forced her to!” Raya protests, but I shake my head.

“Still it doesn’t mean you should be sorry. All you did was see something…I’m not going to apologise to that plant because I’m looking at it, am I?” I ask her, smiling a little.

She laughs, whether it’s because of my lame joke or because that’s probably the first time she’s seen me smile properly in a while. “Glad to see you’re not that upset, Iss.” She says as he hugs me.

“Yeah, well, I don’t see why I should pay attention to Harry anymore…I’ve wasted enough time already.” I tell her calmly.

“But after this?” she demands, “C’mon Iss, you’ve gotta give him something for what he did. It took a whole lot of courage. Just think what was going through his head at the time.”

“I’d love to know what was going through his head when he decided to cheat on me…” I grumble, burying my head into my knees.

“Okay, maybe I picked the wrong words there…but really Issy consider giving him another chance!” she pleads.

I’d love to give Harry another chance. I’d love to be known as Harry Styles’ girlfriend again. I’d really love for the past to change. I know I can’t change what happened, nobody can, and I think it’s so sweet that Harry’s trying to make up for it.

I’m just not sure I could trust him again.

I’d love to be able to talk to Darcy again too. We used to be the best of friends – all four of us. When Darcy changed, trying to be amazing and beautiful, things went weird. She started acting strangely, and I thought it a phase at first, but a phase lasting two years?