I can't have you.
The words echoed in my head until I felt like they were wrapping me up tighter and tighter.
"Why?" I creaked out. Harry sighed and face palmed. "I told you already!" he growled as he looked over at his phone to check the time. He then chunked it across the bed. "Whatever. I came all this way to see you, but I guess since you CAN'T have me it doesn't matter," I exclaimed before I ran out of his bedroom crying my eyes out. I know what I did was wrong and heartbreaking but still, he could have been more mature and accepted my apology. What the hell Styles...
"Oh sweetie are you alright?" Anne asked me as I covered my face and I was sobbing until I could barely breathe. I shook my head and ran to Karla. "He won't accept it! He... He ... says he CAN'T have me!" I sobbed into her shoulder. "What? But you came all the way here!" Karla reminded me. I knew that. I told Harry that. But apparently it didn't matter. Whatever.
"Are you girls staying for dinner. We would love your company. The rest of the family is coming too," Anne asked as she pulled me in for another hug. I wiped my eyes from crying again and nodded. "Are you sure it wouldn't be a burden?" I asked pathetically. She smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. I really like you. And I hope Harry gets to his senses to let you back in our family," she smiled and took my hands in hers as she spoke. I half smiled as I sniffed and wiped my cheek with my sleeve again.
"Is that Harry's hoodie?" Gemma asked as she came up to us. I giggled and nodded, while I looked down at the white printed words on it. "Yeah," I answered. Gemma smiled. "He usually never lets anyone take his clothes," she said with a sassy look. Gemma was a very sassy girl, but she reminded me of Karla so she was cool. "He gave it to me the day after I met him," I said, trying to leave out the part where we got drunk and he took advantage of me... But I didn't give a shit anymore. He took advantage of me. It's whatever. I fell for him, and he fell for me... But he can't have me back... Ugh... Anyway....
"Ohhhh!" she exclaimed. "He gave it to you after you came home from the bar," she giggled. Wow. I guess he told her.
"It's fine. I like you. I wouldn't mind you being around here often," Gemma finished as she led me into the living room where Val was watching a Christmas movie. I couldn't tell what it was, but apparently it was a comedy. Although it was very weird because the actors and actresses were all British and none were American.
"You want to watch a movie to get your mind off of you know..." Gemma asked, showing me the couch. I shook my head. "I'm fine... You know I should go outside for a moment," I said as I slid my arm from hers. "Oh.. okay," she said hesitantly as I opened the white door I came in and slipped outside in the cold. "I shivered and looked up at the sky... It was perfectly clear. It was beautiful. It hadn't been that way in London, it was much more rainy there... and I mean rainy and no snow.
I saw a little chair underneath a tree by the door so I sat in it, facing the street. I deeply breathed in as I leaned back a little. I stretched out my arms slowly, feeling one bone pop. I adjusted how I was sitting and then watched as a few cars drove past. It was very peaceful here.
I then heard the door crack open. And shut.
I heard soft footsteps come up behind me and I heard a man clear his throat. I turned around and there Harry was... Now in skinnies and a white tshirt with an orange beanie on his hair.
"Look, I didn't mean to make you upset," she slightly apologized, looking me straight in the eyes. I sighed and turned back around to face the street. "Sure," I sarcastically agreed, not facing him still. He walked around to face me from the front. "I'm serious. I can't stand it anymore. I know you did something bad, and I did something bad. But I'm sorry, and I know you are..." he trailed off, looking up at the clear sky and facing back towards me. "I just.. I didn't think you would come back for me. I thought you only liked me because I was ... you know.... Harry Styles from One Direction," he laughed as he threw his arms and hands up like he was fangirling at his own name. I half smiled and looked down at my hands. "I liked you because you are Harry. Not Harry Styles from the X-Factor, not Harry Styles from One Direction, not Harry Styles the one who dated Taylor Swift..." I trailed off as well as I looked up to see his face when I mentioned Taylor. He said I reminded him of her, and according to his face, I bet he regrets it. He stuffed his hands in his small pockets before looking at me. "I didn't mean it... You know the Taylor thing," he said, scratching the back of his neck. I giggled. "You better not have," I sassed and he smiled. "Really now?" he replied and he sat on the grass in front of my chair. "But seriously Harry. I liked you because you are Harry. Harry from... here," I said, swaying my arms around the air around me, indicating his house. "And the Harry who acts goofy and has a sister named Gemma who looks just like him!" "Well, the Harry from One Direction has a sister named Gemma who looks just like him as well," Harry said, setting his palm out in front of him in a suggestion pose. I giggled. "Well, I like you for you. And I truly am sorry, and I almost realized it too late," I smiled as I looked up at the sky again. "And I'm sorry for buying you airplane tickets. And just to let you know I didn't set you up in your seats. I heard Karla talking about it inside with my grandfather," he smiled. "At least you got here. I had no idea the weather was that bad in Ireland," Harry said, looking up at me like a puppy dog. I shrugged while shivering a bit. "Maybe it's fate," I suggested, not making eye contact with him. Harry half smiled. "Maybe," he said, agreeing with me in a positive tone. "I guess you might have to deal with my temper sometimes," he added and we laughed. "Me too," I said, knowing I had a temper as well. We both laughed and Harry stood up. He held out his hand for me. "Friends?" I asked, hesitantly holding out my hand for him to shake and he laughed and rolled his eyes. "Friends," he mimicked. "Whatever you say," he finished and he then pulled my lower back to his torso and his lips crashed on mine.
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A Christmas Wish
RomanceChristmas time is just another holiday to me. It kind of gets old after the five months you celebrate it. I've never really liked it anyway. It's not a big deal. Besides, the only people I celebrate with are my mom and my little sister, Valerie. If...