Give Your Heart A Break

Chapter Eighteen

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HARRY P.O.V

I sat on the couch playing nothing in particular on my guitar. My thoughts occupied by the same girl that had been occupying my thoughts since I laid eyes on her. Payton. I have been so happy lately, happier then I have been for a while. Most days I completely forgot all my problems and it was all because of her. We have basically been inseparable since we first kissed at the bus stop. I know its only been a week, but we have had a relationship longer than that, just not the traditional sense that we do now.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, I placed my guitar down and padding down the hallway to the front door. I opened the door to reveal the girl I had been just been thinking of moments before. A smile involuntarily erupted on my face. She stood before me toeing the pavement with her Dr Marten boots, one of her many nervous habits.

"Harry we need to talk." she spoke quietly. The smile instantly vanished off my face. Those dreaded words 'we need to talk' had left her lips. This never ends good. I moved to the side and opened the door wider to allow her to pass through. She didn't wait for me as she walked straight to the kitchen and started going through my cupboards. Her movements confused me, she was on a clear mission and what it was I had no idea.

"What are you doing Payton?" I laughed as she her movements became more frantic. She shot straight up from her crouching position near the cupboard and looked at me straight in the eyes. The expression on her face and the look in her eyes told me this was no joke and for the second time in a matter of minutes my smile was wiped off my face.

"Have you been drinking again Harry?" she spoke, the tone in her voice completely emotionless. I didn't know what to say. Yes I did drink last week when me and Payton had a fight but I haven't touched a drop since. I didn't plan to either.

"Have you? Answer me!" she raised her voice as it started breaking and I knew she was trying hard not to cry.

"I did. Last week after our fight, but I haven't touched any since, I swear Pay." I said taking a step closer to her tilting her chin so that she could look me in the eyes so she could see I was telling the truth.

"I made you drink. Im so sorry Harry." she spoke so softly, as if she was more saying it to herself than me.

"It's not your fault Payton." I quickly said shaking my head at her. She shook her head back and walked over to the couch and put her head in her hands.

"I'm no good for you Harry. I don't want to be your reason to drink. I want you to get better." she said sadly.

"Are you hearing yourself right now? Of course you are good for me, I didn't drink because of you, I drank because I was pissed off with my own actions. I want to get better and I will get better if you're around."

"It's not just that Harry." she sighed. I walked over and sat next to her and waited for her to continue.

"I read an article today about myself." she said, still with her head in her hands. To be honest it didn't surprise me that the media has already found out about Payton and I, I just wished I had warned her about it.

"Don't listen nor believe a word they say." I said rubbing her back. She looked up at me, her blue eyes brimming with tears as some escaped and flowed freely down her cheeks.

"They said I was a new low for you, that I was a junkie, and you found me in the trash." she spoke. The words were harsh, I have had worse, although by now I used to it. But the media saying that about Payton ignited a fire in me. I stood up and put my hands on my head and paced the lounge room trying to calm myself. How dare they say that about her? She was the furthest for a new low for me, in fact I have never felt higher. God I could kill someone right now. My rant inside my head was interrupted when Payton came up and put a hand on my shoulder forcing me down on the couch.