Forgiven (Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

~* Chapter 6 *~

I turn around and stare into those green orbs that got me mesmerized the first time I met him. He was definitely shocked and guilt was shown all over his face.

I remember when I was actually friends with him. I grew up with this goofball, I know. I remember when he was sweet, caring, and actually had a heart. He stood up for me, he was always there for me. He made me happy when my life was a living hell. But now, he became the living hell. He became the person who I thought was just a dream. He made it a reality.

We were the best of friends. I grew up in the house right next to his. Almost everyday, we would go to the park or to each other's houses. While everyone else had these huge birthday parties, me and him just sat in front of the Telly with huge tubs of ice cream and watch Spongebob to celebrate. Everyday after school, we would go to his flat and eat cheese and crackers; it was a routine. We would then laugh and play before his mom had to force us to do our homework.

Everything was working perfectly, until 8th grade. I had changed drastically. I had started becoming more myself and having more of my own personal style. I guess you could say it was my "emo" period where I started wearing darker coloring of clothes. I thought it fit me well and I was happy. Harry was also taking his path, becoming more of a social guy. Everyone knew him, and he had several girlfriends. You could say I was Harry's foil. I brought out the traits in Harry. I was like his shadow. No one knew who I was but they knew I was there.

We were friends but haven't talked as much. He was busy going to parties while I was drawing my life out on paper. Everyday, we would talk less and less until we didn't talk at all. One day at school, I tried saying hi to him, but was received with a punch in the face by one of his friends. Want to know what he did? Absolutely nothing. He sat there while I was trying to wipe the blood off my face where the gash was made. His little pricks he called "friends" walked away laughing.

He walked with them.

That moment I knew he wasn't the Harry I knew. I knew I lost him. It was the worst feeling ever; knowing that he was gone. He wasn't the sweet, caring Harry I knew anymore. There was a gap in my heart where he filled it. He helped through my dad leaving, and every horrible thing that happened. Knowing that he wouldn't comfort me anymore was heartbreaking. I was waiting for him to apologize, but he never did. That day, was the most I cried. Ever.

I didn't have any friends, as I was antisocial. Talking to new people was more difficult for me than it was for Harry. I didn't stoop as low as to cutting, but I was very close to doing it. I knew I had to be strong, but it was so difficult to do. Everyday I saw Harry, I began to tear up, knowing he wasn't Harry.

Everything was like that, until the party. There was this huge house party one of Harry's friends were throwing. And me being naïve me, decided to go. I lost my fucking virginity to one of his douchebags he called a friend. They replaced my water with vodka, and decided to take advantage of my drunken state. That's what finally made me crack. My mum noticed that I had not been talking, and she was debating wether or not to take me to therapy. I was overly thrilled when we heard that we were moving. But I knew the memories will last forever.

Sometimes I wish I had the power to forget memories I don't want to remember, like tossing away trash. But some things aren't always cupcakes and unicorns. Those memories made me who I am now, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Now back to the curly haired dumbass in front of me.

"So," he trailed off awkwardly, not wanting to push me. It's funny that he thinks all of the sudden he can talk to me.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I growled at him. He still was standing there, guiltiness still plastered over his face.

"Please listen Sam, I wanted to say how sorry I-"

"Sorry my ass," I scoff. "Don't you dare think you can just simply apologize and pretend like nothing happened. YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" I practically scream, waving my hands in the air in frustration. I started to notice that I was causing a scene. Whoops I forgot. I don't care.

"Sam would you just listen for one damn moment?! I'm sorry for everything I've done, I swear if I could go back into the past I would, but I fucking can't! I don't hang out with them anymore, and I was a douche but I've changed since then! I swear to god."

His face was a tint of red from anger, all traces of guiltiness gone. It wasn't until after his little speech did the colors of his cheeks return to normal.

I rolled my eyes and shoved past him, only to have a hand rap around my arm again.

"Sam, please."

"Harry bro, what's up?" A familiar voice echoed through my ears.

What. The. Hell.

I see Jason patting Harry on the back, acting like he didn't acknowledge me. He then look over to me and smiled the most creepy ass smile I've ever seen.

"Sam! You're back. Looks like you do have a chance to fuck her now, eh Harold?"

He did not.

He lied to me. He said he wasn't friends with him or his old friends anymore. Like I didn't see it coming. He's probably still a total douche too. I bet you 20£.

"Sam I swear he's not-"

"Just fuck off Harry." I push past him, hearing Jason mutter to Harry 'Ain't she a feisty one?' I continue walking, wanting to get my mind off of the horrible scene I just encountered.

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Now you know what happened in Sam and Harry's past!!

Guys I'm so freakin sorry that its short AND I haven't updated in two months. I just didn't really have any inspiration to write but now I do and here I am!

I'm open to you guys if you want to send in some ideas for the story! My kik is @natalie_hearts_1d

AGAIN SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!

Bye bye for now hipsters!!

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