Changing Harry Styles

17. Her

Hey everybody I changed some things in the last chapter, so you may wanna re read some things. Sorry I havn't updated, life's been getting in the way, grade ten and all. I swear I didn't die, dance just started again. OKay continue reading :D

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Harry was starring at me with so much hurt, and it left me feeling awful. I wanted to hug him, and tell him it was going to be okay, but instead I said

"What?"

He stumbled over to my couch and sat down.

"Sorry, that came out wrong. But I need to tell you everything okay? Don't say anthing until I'm finished because I need to get this off my chest." I nodded slowly and he told me his story.

About Sadie, and the pictures, and Louis, all of it.

"After she had been hit. The driver finally stopped. He got out and was panicking. He said that the rain had made it really hard to see, and he began drifting really badly. I screamed and called him a worthless bastard. Meredith was out cold, and her body was so borken she look almost inhuman. Someone had called the ambulance, and I went with her to the hospital. The doctors said there was a slim chance she would make it, and that was enough to get my hopes up." His gaze doesn't faulter from the dead television in front of him. I said nothing.

"She didnt make it. She died, in the most twisted way ever." He wiped is blotchy face with the back of his hand. "I hate myself everyday for it."

"Harry I-I..."

"No." Green eyes met mine. "You dont have to say anything. I just want to talk." I nod, so he continues.

"After that I was never the same. I was snappy and rude so people didnt have to deal with my baggage. I treated everyone like they were inferior to me because I dont want conpassion anymore, I dont deserve it."

Silence.

"But she deserved so much more you know? She may have been cheeky and insensitive but I would go to the ends of the earth just to make her smile. I loved her, I love her so much Mer."

More silence.

"I dont even remember the day she died, the date I mean, I just know I lose it almost every single storm because all I can see is her body on the road. She looked like she had gone through a meat grinder."

The silence continued, I didnt know what to say.

"But then you show up out of nowhere looking just like her yet as far as personalities go, you're polar opposites. Sadie was usually sullen and hostile, yet she has these moments where she was the nicest person alive. You are so damn sweet and caring and you barely ever ake people feel like they aren't worthy."

"You say it like it's a bad thing." I mumble. Was my kindness towards others, despite Harry, so horrid? I didn't think so.

"It is a bad thing, well to me. When I see you being so fucking nice to people, you make me think that Sadie was some stuck up bitch and that you are a representitive of what she should have been. I don't want to remember her like that, I REFUSE to remember her like that."

"Don't blame me for your girlfriend's attitude." I defend. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Ex girlfriend, all she is is my dead ex girlfriend."

"So let me get this straight, you blame me for being nice to people becuase it reminds you of how Sadie had this horrible personality, and you don't want to remember her like that, yet all she is to you is some dead ex girlfriend? Please, tell me how that works." I raise my voice. He growls and sits up, clutching his head tightly in his hands. He just sits there, making these angry noises that quite honestly scare me.