Love Can Be Found in the Darkest of Times

Chapter 19

My mind goes back to the day I left Harry. The fury in his eyes that turned to sadness the next morning haunts me everyday. It's all my fault. I killed Natalie and when I figured it out, I never told Harry. He opened up to me for the first time in years and I never did the same. The one thing that bothers me the most about all of this is that he forgave me. Harry sat on my doorstep and begged for me to stay, but I knew I couldn't face him. I decided to run away from my problems. Is Harry right? No, he has hurt me in so many other ways. He blocked me out of his life when he started dating Natalie and gave up on everything I thought we had. Than again, Natalie was jealous of my relationship with Harry. Everything is so confusing! Coming to visit Danielle was a bad idea because I think Liam is falling in love with her. I want them both to be happy, whether Liam is with me or not, but I still love him...and Harry. I don't deserve either one of them. Is that why I'm always a second choice? I'm not good enough? I have nobody in my life and I wish Harry was here.

No you don't, my self conscience tells me.

The battle going on inside of me is hurting and I need to resolve this very soon.

My head starts pounding and a blurry light comes into view. My eye lids slowly open to find a curly headed boy hovering over me. I immediately throw my arms around his neck and reach for his locks. My hand freezes when I realize the boy that has been entering my dreams is not standing over me.

"I thought I needed to be taking care of Dani, but it turns out you were the one who needed me," he smiles.

I pull away from our embrace and his face falls.

He slowly rubs my back as we sit on the floor, whispering "Are you ok?" every few minutes.

My body is saying "No! I'm not ok!" But I silently nod every time he asks.

It's only Dani, Liam, and I in the room and you can feel the tension circulating throughout the house. We are all sitting in the living room watching TV, not conversing with each other at all.

"I'm really tired, I'll see you guys in the morning."

Liam gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before helping me up.

"Sleep well, hopefully you'll feel better in the morning."

His arms pull me into a hug and I feel his lips peck the top of my head. "Night babe."

I smile, "Night."

As soon as I get to the bed in the little room, I collapse and screw my eyes shut. Once again, my dream is invaded with the beautiful Harry Styles. I wake up at 3:00am, sweating all over. I wipe my hand across my face and it is soaking. I need some air, maybe a drink of water. My legs carry me into the kitchen and I fumble with the faucet, trying to get the cold water to work. The knob gets stuck and I result in going over to the bathroom. I quietly step into the living room and my feet are unable to move from their place. The world stops and I know this image will be imprinted in my mind forever. The empty glass I am holding slips from my grasp and crashes on the hard wood floor. Two sets of eyes are on me and all I want to do is hide. I try to run, but I can't because my feet are stuck to the ground. I have nothing...actually I am nothing and people keep breaking me. When my life does come crashing down, nothing spills because I have nothing important to loose. I am an empty glass.