Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 72

CHAPTER 72

HARRY'S POV

A week passed and I hadn't seen Mercy since the scene she had made at my house.

I have never seen her so angry, and so rude. I will never forget the look on my mum's face when Mercy told her all of those horrible things. I was so angry at her for telling her the truth like that, and quite frankly, I wasn't sure if that was the same girl I had fallen in love with.

In case you didn't know, I kicked Mercy's father from the house while I tried not to beat him up, and then I comforted my mum. It was the very first time crying in front of me, and that was how I knew how hurt she was by Mercy's words and her father's action. 

Fucking up was probably in their genes or something, she probably inherited that from her dickhead of a father. 

She left, and honestly I couldn't care less. It was late at night and it started raining, and I didn't even worry about her anymore.

But a week after the incident, I was missing her and the thought of losing her made me go crazy. I was still mad at her, but god did I miss her. 

I was also so worried, and her last words kept playing in my head. 

She broke up with me, and by the looks of it, it seemed like she was done for good, which is something I never understood for that she was the one who fucked up.

I decided to go back to London and to University and try to get her back. We've always went through shit, but we talked about it and worked it out each time, I didn't think that this time it would be any different.

One day later, I went inside the house Mercy and I shared, only to find all of her stuff missing. I tried to call her, but she had my number blocked. 

And that was when it hit me. It was different that time, it was a serious problem that could have possibly ruined our relationship for good.

So I decided to go to college. I knew I would find her there. And just as I expected, I did find her.

I walked inside the classroom as everyone waited for the professor, and I sat next to her.

She didn't even look at me, it was like I wasn't even there. Instead, she kept looking down at her phone and texting.

"Good morning." I said, and she still ignored me. "God damn it Mercy, what the fuck is your problem?" I said, raising my voice, and it caught her attention.

She just looked me in the eyes as if she were staring right into my soul, with resentment and anger, and then she took her stuff and moved to another place, making me groan.

She was giving me the silent treatment, and I didn't like. It was so immature and it pissed me off. But I couldn't let my anger get the best of me, or else it would push her away even more.