Skylar Tomlinson never could have seen Harry Styles coming. Well, she might have, had she been looking up. Her impulsivity and short temper coupled with Harry's taunting comments prove to be the same as fire and gasoline mixing - an epic explosion...
"I just dropped your phone, SORRY I-" he said just when I was about to drop the bombshell.
"TELL ME IT WORKS AND THE SCREEN ISN'T BROKEN OR SO HELP ME HARRY I WILL-"
"It works! it works," he said, showing the phone to me.
"Well that's the closest I've ever come to a heart attack, let's not do this again," I took a breath. "How do you have my phone anyway? Give it!" I asked snatching it out of his hands before he could drop it and break it this time.
"Well you were drunk..."
"Say no more," I laughed.
"I almost forget, college or me?" His curiosity was written on his lips. The way he worded the sentence made me feel guilty but I was not going to back down on my decision, it was final. "Answer the question Skai..." he was growing impatient by the minute.
"Harry...I will miss you s-"
"Have you lost sanity?" he asked, he was shocked by my answer but I mean come on, what did he expect that I'd change my mind in an instant for him? Because I am not that kind of person, I don't make decisions based on someone's opinion of what I should decide to do. That is exactly like that person making the decision for you.
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I forced a laugh. "You can't lose something you don't have, hey come one! Don't put this all on me."
"I can't say that I hate you but I can't look in the eyes, doesn't that say something?" he snapped. He was mad, he was blaming me for all of this. He practically just said that he hated me 'nicely'. I held back my tears. A breath. A pause. Then a reply.
"It says a lot actually," I said, my voice cracking. "And you know what? Right now, I'd rather not look you in the eye either,"
"I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU," Harry yelled, need I remind you it was four am and the whole neighbourhood was asleep but props to you Harry! A lump formed in my throat at the words. Teary eyed, I looked at him and sighed.
"Too late for that," I said in a small voice as I held back my tears and turned away. Foot in front of foot. Step by step. Slowly and steadily. I was walking away from my life, literally. I was on the brink of tears. Then I cracked and my tears were dripping, one by one, and soon rain joined in on the party. My tears mixed with the rain and at some point, I think my tears were rushing faster than the rain. This is probably the last time I will step foot in his house, that made my stomach turn.
This is the end, was this the end?
This is not the end.
This is the end.
[a/n: Is it the end? What do you think?]
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I woke up to tiny little pains, like someone was stabbing me with needles, what is this? Some new way of waking me up? I thought ice water was the worst mum could come up with but I guess I was mistaken. "Ouch, what the hell mum? My skin is red thanks to you," I yawned.
