Break the Unbreakable

Chapter Sixty

One down, one more to go.

I took in a deep breath. I needed to tell Harry today. I needed to finish this, get this over with. Have a life again where I could breathe normally and feel like I wasn't trapped inside this dilemma forever.

It was after school, and in all my classes I had with Niall, he swiftly avoided sitting beside me. And I didn't blame him.

But, if only he knew what was in my head.

I sighed, standing at my locker, putting my books away. I was going to find that curly-headed boy no matter what.

Grabbing my spring coat, I took off to find Harry. Surprise, surprise, he was standing by his locker talking to a couple girls from his last period class.

We made eye contact, and I think he could see that my eyes were focused in on him because he excused himself from the people he was with. He made his way over to me and gave me that small, crooked smile I was so used to seeing.

"Hey," he said, softly.

"Hi Harry," I breathed out.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"I've - I need to talk to you, alright?" I said, hearing my own voice shake.

"Why are you nervous?"

"Harry, please," I said, sighing. "I just...need to take a walk with you, okay?"

"Okay, sure," he said, nodding. "Let me grab my backpack."

He jetted off to his locker and I watched as he thwarted off people, trying to get all his things as quickly as possible.

I closed my eyes, for a fleeting moment, wondering if I was making the right decision. I didn't have time to talk myself out of anything because Harry was ready to go. I just had to follow my gut because it seemed right. It seemed like the good thing to do, even though my stomach was twisting.

"Ready?" Harry asked.

I nodded, fidgeting with my fingers nervously.

"What's up, Blake? You look really anxious," Harry asked in his soft voice that was usually able to comfort me.

But I don't think anything could calm my racing heart right now. Nothing would do the trick.

"I am anxious," I said, truthfully.

He waited for me to continue because he was clearly perplexed. And I hated this before stage. Before we dove into a topic of conversation. Before we got to the really bad part. Before we got to the part that allowed us to get better again.

"So, you made a decision," he said, after a moment.

I nodded, silently.

"And you chose someone."

I didn't say anything to that. I clamped my mouth shut and looked down at my hands.

"And you didn't choose me," he whispered.

I pressed my lips together, shaking my head. Tears stung my eyes.

"Harry," I said softly. "I'm sorry. I - I made a choice."

"And your choice was Niall."

"No," I replied.

"What?" he asked, confusedly.

"I didn't choose Niall."

"So..."

"But I didn't choose you either."