Loving Blindly [Harry Styles]

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Chapter 28:

You naughty, naughty devils. I noticed how many votes the last chapter had, *squints eyes* you want more smut don’t ya?

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I felt… numb.

The aching was there, but other than that it was… empty. My life was literally empty. I had nobody, the boys all sided with Harry and left me alone, even Liam at work can’t talk to me! I refused to talk to Zayn, but I knew this was my entire fault.

I kept leaving messages at Eleanor’s phone but even if she was still with Lou, she would shake her head and squint her eyes then say:

“Amy, that was wrong!”

Then I would shout back:

“Of course it’s wrong! I know it’s wrong! God, I wish I had someone comfort me and tell me something to make me feel better but no, you kept pushing the truth! Jeez, just like, lie to me or something!”

“Lie to you? Lie to you that what you did was good? Amy no amount of lies can make you feel better!”

“God, I know! Jesus I love Harry! I really, really do. But my mind was impaired by jealousy, I didn’t think straight!”

“There are no excuses you can use to fish your way out of this”

“You think I didn’t know that?!”

Then she would walk away, and her presence would be of no use to me. My articles were getting depressing, and Saf even texted to me once;

“Amy, why is Zayn sad? All he kept saying was your name, what had you done this time?!”

Her text was accusing, but I the only part I ever saw was

“Zayn sad… kept saying your name”

I was hurting him, and here I am acting like a rock with no feelings.

I wonder how Harry was now, probably having tea, his legs on top of a desk and laughing at miss. Perfect’s joke, maybe he was happy. Maybe I should be too, he was happy, contented, with someone who he’s supposed to be with.

Maybe.

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“Seyfried, office now” the boss said, waving her hand to her office. I didn’t dare look at Liam’s cubicle for a reassuring smile, since all he would do was either ignore me, or scowl at me.

I don’t blame him. Frankly, I don’t blame all of them.

I sigh as I stood up and walked to the boss’ office.

“Yes, boss?” I ask, taking a seat in front of her desk.

“Your articles have been quite… promising the last few days, ey Seyfried?”

The only reason my articles are getting better is because I get depressed.

“Yes, and?” I ask.

“And so, I’ve been thinking, articles like that deserve something… bigger. So, I’ve been sending them to New York Times and they were ecstatic to meet you” she said with a huge smile “congratulations Ms. Seyfried, you are promoted to being an article writer at a huge newspaper!”

My face was blank. How was I supposed to react to this? Can I stand leaving Harry behind to follow my dreams?

“Does that include going to… New York?” I ask meekly, staring at the open space.