One Way Or Another {Harry Styles fanfic}

Chapter 26 - I don't want to talk about it.

*SAPPH’S POV*

I closed the door shut behind me as the cool autumn breeze hit me making me shiver the slightest I pulled onto the sleeves of my jacket trying to get my hands warm. My mind had so many questions running through them and such less answers it annoyed me. I found myself scowling as I kicked a stone out of my way on the path.

Questions, question, questions were everywhere.

“Why would Harry hurt me? And then tell Toby?”

“Why was he over reacting just because I slept with Niall?”

“Did he enjoy himself with Amy?”

“Does he really think of Amy in a love relationship way?”

“Why do I feel so lonely? So deserted so pushed away?”

No answers.

Before I even knew it I felt a warm tear rolls down my cheek, why was I crying when I didn’t have any answers no confirmation nothing at all? Since when did the Sapphire Green who handled all the abuse got loads of shit become such a softy? I hastily wiped the tear from my cheek as I heard footsteps becoming louder from behind me; I quickened my pace and fast walked almost like I was running.

“SAPPH WAIT UP” I heard a thick out of breath husky Irish accent and I stopped quickly.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

Just look at yourself Sapphire are you going to run away from your problem or face them I thought.

“What are you doing here Niall?” I questioned him as he walked next to me, his face was fair a bit too fair I was guessing it was because of the cold weather, his cheeks tinted pink same for the tip of his ears and his hair was messy and still looked amazing.

“I was checking my twitter and you’re everywhere so I guess some paps are following you, I wanted to make sure that if you get mobbed by them they don’t make you say something they can be bitchy sometimes. I didn’t want them to shove cameras on your face and all” he chuckled and I cracked a smile.

Niall never failed to make me smile I know maybe me and Harry don’t get a long that much ok I mean at all anymore but the lads are pretty supporting as if they’re hate for Amy is just as strong as mine. Yeah sure Amy is rude and all to me but when she does it to the rest of the lads there’s this part of me inside which wants to tackle her to death. I honestly thought Harry would’ve seen it, I was wrong yet again.

“Thanks Niall” I said quietly and he just passed me a smile.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to the bullshit from Harry I didn’t sleep with you to make him irritated or to backfire it at his face, and certainly not at all to have fun” I frowned slightly as I looked at Niall who didn’t say anything yet. He looked over at me and I looked at the foot path once again kicking a stone.

“I know” he said but paused did Niall actually blame me? I thought for a second.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything or didn’t do anything when he hurt you” he sighed as he pulled onto the sleeves of his hoody just like me. “Lately Haz isn’t the same y’know don’t mind him I think it’s the nerves, and the girl topic is a bit touchy to him” I shot my head and looked at Niall when he mentioned the ‘girl topic’ I was aware that was leading to Amy and also maybe me.

“Show me your wrists” Niall asked politely while taking my arm and gently pulling the right arms sleeve back to see my wrist. I studied his face as we stopped after pulling my sleeve back; it was a mixture of confusion and shock I guessed. My wrist was slightly purple then tinted a dark color of blue.