Give Your Heart A Break

Chapter Fifteen

Okay once again Im terrible. I know its been so long since I've updated. Uni has been taking over my life!! I have felt so bad. But here is a chapter. I guess it is what you call a 'filler'. And I will admit its pretty crappy, I honestly wrote it in 5 minutes because I felt like I REALLY needed to post. But don't lose faith the next chapter will be super because after this week I have 3 weeks off from uni! Weeew lots more posting then. So here it is! ~ Breanna-lee xx

PAYTON P.O.V

I sat in my dorm with a massive smile on my face. I brought my finger up to my now swollen lips and thought about the feeling of Harry's lips on mine. I was his, and he was mine. The thought made me want to to jump and dance around my dorm like a typical love-sick teenager. The thought of Harry being my boyfriend still scared me but my happiness at the moment far outweighed my worry. I also promised myself and promised Harry that I will change for him.

Harry had now dropped me off about an hour ago, promising me he would call me later, saying he had to go and sort out things with the boys, before giving me a proper good kiss goodbye. I still wondered about Louis's reaction to me. I didn't know what I did to cause such a reaction, what am I talking about, I knew exactly what I did. I had hurt his best friend, he had every right to hate me, the way I have acted I have probably hurt Harry more than I know.

Just then Keira bounded into the dorm, evading me from my thoughts. The moment she caught a glimpse of me she started rattling of 21 questions.

"Payton, where have you been? Oh my god, I heard about what happened with Harry, I've been so worried about you all day? What actually happened? Are you okay?" she spoke without seeming to take a breath. I laughed and got up and put both of my hands on her shoulders.

"Keira! It's okay, I'M okay! Sit down, there is a lot I haven't told you." I said giving her a small smile. She nodded and sat down on her bed, and walked over and sat down on my mine. I took a deep breath and began from the beginning. I explained to Keira about my sister, about the person I had become, to Harry continuously sticking around no matter what, to our fight in the hallway and our kiss at the bus stop. "…so now me and Harry are kinda a thing."  I finished and finally looking up to see a wide-mouthed Keira.

"Helllllloooo anyone home?" I laughed waving a hand in front of Keira's stunned face. 

She quickly recovered herself. "Sorry it's a lot to take in. So let me get this right, you have gone from despising Harry, to being head over heels?" she smiled warmly at me.

"Something like that." I giggled. 

Her smile dropped, and she looked like she was thinking hard, which made my smile drop as well.

"Just be careful Payton. As happy as I am for you and Harry you need to realise what you're getting yourself into. Being a girlfriend of a high profile celebrity can often be more trouble then its worth. After everything you have been through are you really up for paps following you around, scrutinising your every move or die-hard fans sending you so much hate because your dating what they believe to be their future husband? I mean you're going from one extreme to the other, you tried so hard to block people out that can hurt you now your diving into a world where there is nothing but hate." Keira spoke slowly. It was strange seeing her like this. Keira was never serious, she was always my bouncing ball of energy, always giggling and looking for a good time. But letting her words sink in I began to panic. I hadn't thought of Harry as a member of the world wide famous boy band One Direction. I just thought of him as Harry. My chivalrous, charming knight, who cared for me and helped me when most gave up, who I hurt repetitively but continued to forgive me, one of the only people who could generally put a smile on my face and break down my walls to see who I really am. He wasn't Harry Styles, the womanising cheeky boy band member. He was my Harry. But the problem was the rest of the world didn't see him the same, and in turn they wouldn't see me same way Harry did.