Break the Unbreakable

Chapter Forty Nine

Niall and I were walking in the corridor, at the end of the longest day of my life.

It was terrible. Not talking to people, having everyone ignore you, was exhausting. Sounds stupid, but it truly beat every ounce of energy out of me.

I saw Harry at the end of the hall, leaning against the doorframe, about to exit.

I looked over at Niall.

"I'm going to try to talk to him one more time," I said.

"I'll be waiting here," he nodded.

I gave him one last smile before heading off in the direction I needed to go in.

My heart was beating rapidly beneath my chest. Confrontation was never my strongest suit. But, I just really needed to talk to him. If I didn't try at least one more time, I would regret it.

"Harry," I said softly.

He stole one glance at me, before shaking his head and heading outside.

"Harry!" I called again, following him outside.

Picking up the pace, I caught up with him. I put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged me off. Turning around to face me, his eyes did not soften.

Everything about him seemed distance, even though I could physically reach out and touch him.

"What do you want, Blake? What more do you have to say? I think you've done enough already," he told me, coldly.

"I know, I know. I fucked up, Harry," I admitted.

"Damn right, you did."

"I'm sorry, Harry," I whispered. Tears flooded to my eyes because I felt like I had so much to explain to him, to just get off my chest. But right now, my throat was locked. I couldn't get any of it out.

"I don't know that you are," he shook his head. "And I'm sorry too, Blake. I'm sorry that I fell for you."

"Come on, Harry. I love you," I pleaded. "Can't you see that? Can't you see how much I care about you?"

"I don't know," he said, sighing. "You've lied about it before. What makes now any different?"

"This is not fair," I replied. "Janet gave me this assignment –"

"I know. And I get that," he said. "I get that she wanted to hurt me the way I hurt her."

I nodded, silently.

"And I get that she hates me," he continued. "But you? You had nothing against me. You had no reason to take on this assignment. You had no right to want to hurt me the way you did."

His voice was shaking, and I couldn't help but want to hold him in my arms and console him. But I was the one who did this to him. I made him feel like this.

"And I felt terrible, Harry. I know this sounds really awful, but my biggest dream is to be working in a newsroom in New York. And I saw the opportunity, and I just jumped at it."

Before he could respond, I cut in.

"But, I know – I know now, taking a good, hard look at everything, that it was the worst decision I could have made. Because I hurt you – someone I really do love."

"You started everything with me based on a lie. Everything you said to me – that wasn't you. You were only acting the way you thought you had to, so you could get me interested."

That was true. I couldn't deny that.

"I did," I said. "But I don't regret getting to know you. I don't regret having something amazing with you –"