Gap / Harry Styles RW

Forty Three

The Fray- How to Save a Life

Kat's Pov

"Here, take some pants, please," Harry's strained voice calls feebly as I leave his apartment, breaking me out of my emotional trance.

Oh yeah, I was basically half naked.

I turn back, wiping streams of tears from my cheeks as I snatch a pair of jeans from his outstretched hand. I keep my eyes locked on the ground, afraid of looking into his emerald eyes.

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"Stupid fucking pants," I mutter to myself, swiping the tears from my eyes as I ride the elevator up to my apartment.

Ironically, I wasn't even thinking of my immense fear of the devils creation. All I could think about was how Harry and I had been stuck here for what seemed like hours just a few weeks ago.
I remember how his phone had been buzzing repeatedly and Harry had snapped at me when I asked him what was up.

"Just leave it," he had said harshly.

Man, how did I miss so many signs? How did I not realise he didn't even want to be with me this whole time, that he was forced under contract to pretend to like me, just for the sake of his image.

In all the years that I have loved Harry Styles as a part of One Direction and in the short time that I'd known him personally, I really thought he was different. I thought all the times he had stuck by me, the times that he had comforted me, been there for me, I believed they were real. I thought he had given me a second chance, because he truly believed in us. I thought he really liked me, loved me even.

Tears continue to run uncontrollably down my face. How could I have been so utterly wrong about someone whom I thought I knew so well?

I was so. stupid.

I was going to talk to Cam, to get her side of the story. Maybe she could tell me that it was all a joke, that none of it was real and it had all been some big, fat, misunderstanding.

Oh god, I hoped that was the case.

Fumbling with the lock before finally pushing the door open, I stumble into the darkened apartment, throwing my things near the door and kicking off my heels.

"Cam," I cry out, probably waking the entire building but right now I honestly didn't care. I needed to hear it from her. "Cam, we need to talk!"

"Mhm," She answers from the couch. "What's up party gal? I thought you were staying with..." she
notices my red face and the tears pouring down my cheeks in an everlasting waterfall. "What's wrong?"

"Do you promise to tell me the truth?" I manage to say through sobs.

She gets up from the couch. "Kat, what, what's wrong?" She asks, moving towards me with her arms outstretched.

"Do you promise?" I take a step back and she stops in her tracks.

"Y,yes, but can you please just tell me what is going on?" She exclaims, flicking her hair out of her face.

"What do you know about the contract?" I feel sick, a whole combination of pure anger and utter sadness at the mention of it.

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open in a huge O.

That's when I know.

"Oh, you found out," she murmurs, her eyes shifting from her feet, to the walls, to the ceiling... everywhere but my face. "You have to understand..."