Send Me Your Love

Chapter 3

[A/N] sorry this part is terrible and really badly written omg! I just need a bridging chapter, so the next one will be a bit easier to understand ☻ anyway, hope you're all enjoying it so far xx -maliksbby/styleswish

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(Hazel's POV)

Chelsea Green. That name had once struck fear and anger in both Harry and I. But things had changed and now, Harry was smashing her face with kisses, while I sat alone in little, old Chesire and cried. It truly amazed me how much people could change in the span of just a few months. I thought I had known Harry...I thought he had been my friend. But obviously I had thought wrong. The Harry I know would've never, in a million years, have been associated with Chelsea, let alone - have freaking KISSED HER! In public. For the whole entire world to see. Ever. But something I didn't understand was why I was getting so worked up about this... I mean, Harry and I had always been just friends. Nothing more. Although, I admit there were times when I did want to take it further...there were times when I looked into Harry's shining, green eyes and said to myself, 'you know what? This boy is for me.' But there was always something holding me back. Something inside of me that said it wouldn't work out and our friendship would just be ruined. And so I never did anything. I never gave him any hints that I felt that way. I locked all my feelings in a box and had kept it stored in the depths of my heart for so long.

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As I sat there, tears streaming down my face, remembering all the moments Harry and I had shared in our childhood that now apparently meant nothing, I felt something buzz in my back pocket. Confused, I pulled out my phone and gasped. 'Harry Styles is calling you' it read in big letters. My first instinct was to answer the call. I mean, maybe we could talk it through and things would be better again? 'No.' I thought. No, things would never be the same. I slowly pressed 'DECLINE' and rejected the call. My stomach flipped as I wondered if that had been the right decision? I wasn't sure. But it was too late now. It was all over. As soon as Harry saw that I had declined his call, he was bound to lose it all. He would never forgive me. But maybe I didn't want him to forgive me. I didn't care. Our friendship was over and I had lost all hope that it would ever be the same again...until the next day, when a small letter addressed to me in familiar handwriting arrived in the mail.