Bold As Love

Chapter 4

Next thing I knew, it was time for support group again. I really didn't wan to go sit there with all those "sad" people, but I did want to see Harry. I could not get him out of my head this entire week. It's not good for my health I swear. so, I went to support group without any issues towards my mother.

I decided to dress a little nicer than I did last week, considering the fact that last time I wore grey sweatpants, a black long sleeved shirt, and a red beanie on my hair, I mean, I'm not dressing for a beauty pageant or anything, just something a bit... classier I guess.

I put on a red collared long sleeved shirt, underneath a black jumper, and red jeans. I also decided on wearing my boots, since it was September and the chilly weather was starting to come around. I left my brown, naturally wavy, hair down and applied eyeliner and lip gloss. I really wasn't a makeup person.

I walked inside the hospital, and let the warm air hit my frozen face with  pleasure. I make my way over to the elevator. The doors opened and a pretty blonde with a few tattoos stood inside. I recognized her from support group. I walked in, and before the doors closed, she turned to me.

"Have you seen Harry Styles?'' She asked in a fake high pitched tone. Having her ask me about Harry made my heart fall. I knew I shouldn't have come to this damn support group. Better yet, I never should have let him kiss me. I should have known a person like Harry would have other "friends". I am so stupid.

I shook my head no.

"Ohmigod I was supposed to meet him here ten minutes ago!" She screamed. 

And with that she walked out if the elevator and gave me a dirty look as the doors closed. I pressed the button labelled ten, The elevator started to move, then stopped at floor three. Why can't I just be alone in here. I need time to myself, time to collect my thoughts. The doors opened and there he stood.

My eyes landed on his tall figure, he looked so different. Almost...dark. Honestly, I was quite scared. He looked up and saw me. Immediately, his face softened and his eyes returned to their emerald green colour. The dark appearance he held has seemed to disappear. Harry walked into the elevator, still locking eyes with me. his fingers found the control panel of the elevator and pressed number one. His other hand reached for mine, I automatically pulled my hand back and away from his touch.

A confused, hurt look made it's way onto Harry's face. A pang of guilt shot through my body. Wait, he deserves it. I bet he does this to every girl in town; every poor girl who walks through the door of support group. He has probably made their depression worse, kissing them, making them think that he actually liked them, then he goes and moves on with no warning.

"Don't give me that look Harry." I warned, trying my hardest to be intimidating as possible, but failing miserably.

"I don't understand Stevie. What did I do?" Harry's voice cracked. Did he honestly not know what I was talking about? Tears tried to break free from my eyes, and I tried my best to push them away; they are not welcome and neither was Harry.

"Why don't you go accompany Blondie, Harry?" I said, trying not to break. I looked up at his face, and his expression had changed from confused to frantic in ten seconds.

"No Stevie, you don't und-"

"No," I cut him off. "I completely understand, I  do. You, you have this act, and this, this charm, and you use it on every girl you lay eye on. But I'm not falling for it Styles, no way in hell." I said with a single tear rolling down my pink cheek.

Harry inched closer to my body, I didn't dare move a muscle. he moved my hair out of my face. He dipped his head down, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he moved passed my lips. he stopped at my ear, his breath hit my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're wrong." Harry whispered.

He removed his head from the crook of my neck and his lips finally found mine. Our lips moulded together perfectly, like they were made for one another. It was pure magic, I felt it. I read once, that if you  don't feel sparks in your kiss or butterflies in your stomach, the other person isn't the one. And boy were the both of those things present.

I pulled back remembering the blonde girl. Her lips have also probably been attached to Harry's. The thought made vile rise in the back of my throat I looked up to meet his eyes. They held no emotion. He looked away. "I don't understand Stevie." He said quietly, yet sternly.

"What do you mean you don't understand?! Harry, that blonde girl was asking for you. Obviously you have something with her, and I'm not including myself in this twisted bullshit." I basically screamed in his face. He's trying to make me feel guilty and I won't allow that.

Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. We were at the first floor. We were already ten minutes late to support group so why not just skip it.

This day, which I was quite excited for, for some reason, has turned to complete shit. As usual. That's how everything in my life  goes. Any source of positivity always gets ripped out of my reach.

And I never get it back.

(Ahhhh! I'm really sorry I haven't posted a chapter in like a week... but here it is! Please comment, vote, and follow! love ya xx)