As I was reading through these texts my hand went over my mouth and I just couldn't believe any of it. I met up with zayn and had sex with him. I. Had. Sex. With. Zayn.
A little tear strolled down my face. Why? Why on earth would I do that? I hate him so much. I could just feel Harry looking at me. I know he's mad but why? I know he wasn't mad that I broke a school rule. It felt like he cared about something else.
"How was it?"
"How was what?" I said with an attitude cause I still have a headache and now I'm crying and I just wanted to be alone.
"How was sleeping with the man who made you feel like complete shit? The man who treated you like trash. Then letting the man who cares about you find you all fucked up like this? Was it fun cause it sure seemed like it"
Tbh that made me feel like more shit. He just said he cared about me. I never knew that.
In that moment all I could & want to do was cry so, I did. I stared balling out my eyes. I don't know why I did go out with zayn. I really hate myself for it. And I know Harry hates me for it too.
"I really need to be left alone right now. Please."
Those were the only words I could say because I honestly just wanted to jump off a fucking cliff at that point if I kept looking at him.
"Of course you do." He said as he walked out and shut the door.
Why do I always fuck up. Why why why. I don't know if I could live with myself like this. I just wish he would just wrap me up in his arms and hold me cause I can't do this anymore. All my secrets eating me alive and coming back to me.
I'm letting my past self come back and I can't do that.
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Mr.Styles// H.S
FanfictionHe seemed to be the only one who truly cared and I may mess that up.
