Blue

Comeback

Harry's POV

             The door slams shut behind her and I don't bother running after her because I know that's not what she wants. It's clear she wants me to leave her alone, to stay away from her and I totally understand. I wouldn't want to be around me either, I'm a fucking monster after what I just did.
What just happened wasn't okay at all. I insulted and belittled her. I used all the stuff that's happened to her against her. But worst of all, I've tried to hurt her. I fucking tried to hurt her. It's not like I meant to. I couldn't control myself. It was like it was just me in my room as a kid again and I forgot she was there for a split second.
             Fuck, how could I even forget the girl of my fucking dreams is standing in front of me? How could I let my anger take over me so much? I would never try to hurt Blue, never. I love her. I've fallen in love with her all over again like I never have before. The love feels different this time, I can't explain it.
             I've been confused on my feelings with her, plus everything going on has been too much for me and I just lost it. But I'm not going to pity myself. I fucking hurt her and that's just it. Now she hates me and you heard her, she doesn't want me anywhere near her.
             I knew I should've just completely pushed her away when I had the chance earlier. Sam could've had her, he could treat her better. I think he'd be good for her. He's smart, good looking and he cares about her. He can take care of her and do the things I can't do for her. Maybe I should pawn her off to Sam? It wouldn't be too hard to do now.
           The look on her face when I- it was the most horrified look I've ever seen her make. When she woke up from her nightmares she never looked that scared as she did in that moment. I sit in silence on my stairs for a long time. Sitting here thinking.        
             If she had only just let me explain, all of this could've been avoided. No, if I would've told her what happened in the first place, I wouldn't be in this situation. A tear falls down my face thinking of the moment. I don't blame her for leaving. Who can be with a fucked up human being like me anyway?

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               I've been avoiding Blue for the past week and I'm sure she's been doing the same for me. I can't look at her, I can't look at myself after what I did. I've fucked up and I know I can't fix it. I sit in Geo class, glancing at her back, praying she isn't falling asleep crying because of me every night. I pray she's okay and she's not hurting over what I did. It's over for us and I know it.
              Sam agreed to meet with me in the boys bathroom at 3 and its 3:10 and he's still not here. I need to make sure she's okay since he can't seem to stay away from my girl. She's not your girl anymore you idiot. I know but I want her to be. I need her in my life, its like I can't live without her. But I keep hurting her and pushing her away. I don't know why I do it.
              The bathroom door opens and I see Sam walk through the door and I roll my eyes at him being late. " Your 10 minutes late." His face is red and he moves closer to me and his fist hits my face. I lean over, my nose stinging a little and it starts throbbing. I stand up a little to see his face and see blood all over my hands. I stand up and grab tissue from a stall.
             I hold it to my nose and point at Sam. " The only thing keeping me from kicking your ass is the fact that I deserve that and worst." Sam crosses his arms and tilts his head up. " Slow down big boy, I know I seem like the bad guy and your the so called hero to save the day, but she's still mine so calm down." Sam raises an eyebrow.
             " What the hell is wrong with you? You tried to fucking hit your girlfriend with a glass vase and your over here cracking jokes about it!" I roll my eyes. " I'm just saying." I shrug. He rolls his eyes back. " What do you want?" I sigh a bit.
" I want you to be with Blue." Sam's eyes widned at my words.
          " What?" He asks. I sigh. " I want you with Blue. Your good for her. Your smart, you have a future, money, and your not fucked up like me. She needs someone who can give her everything she deserves." Sam raises his eyebrows. " After all that time and effort keeping her away from me, now you want us together? Why because your guilty for hurting her and its too much for your ego?" That's it I'm done.
              " Listen. I know I fucked up okay, and I feel super guilty about it. I can't look myself in the mirror knowing I hurt her. I've already felt like shit these past couple of weeks and this stuff going on between us is not making it any better. I want her to be with you because I want to see her happy, okay? I want to see her happy because I love that girl so fucking much and I want her to be my wife and the mother of my kids and the person I die old with. But that can't happen because I'm not enough for her and I can't be that because I'm too fucked up for her."
              Sam's face softens at my words about Blue and I let out a deep breath. " Is that good enough for you?" Sam nods. " Harry Styles actually has a heart in there." I sigh and close my eyes. I reach in my pocket and hand Sam two small slips of paper.
             " I want you to take her to prom. I got these for us, but we're not going to use them." Sam hesitantly grabs them from me and nods. " For her, please." I walk through the bathroom doors and leave Sam in the bathroom by himself.

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              Spending this Saturday night in by myself when I should be at Prom with Blue. But she's spending it with Sam, probably having a blast. I sit on my couch with a bowl of trail mix and popcorn on my lap, browsing through Netflix for something to watch. I take some popcorn out of the bowl and shove it in my mouth.
              " Love Rosie sounds like a good movie." I say to myself. No what the fuck, why would I watch a romance movie? Why would I want to? I rub my eyes. " What am I doing to myself?" I groan and play Nightmare on Elm Street. I have to get her out of my head, its fucking over with us.
             20 minutes into the movie, I hear a knock on my door which scares me because of the movie I'm watching. I set my popcorn bowl down on the table and the terrible memory floods my mind. I brush it off and unlock my front door. When I grab the knob to swing the door open, my eyes widned. Blue's mom.
           She's wearing white jeans and a navy t-shirt that makes her green eyes pop. She has a bag in her hand bigger then her and she's looking at me. " Harry, so glad to see you." I haven't seen her in years. She doesn't look all that different, maybe a few more wrinkles here and there. My mouth is super dry. " Mrs. Anderson, what are you doing here?" I ask.
           She looks down at the bag and I take it from her hands. " I need to talk to you." I open the door wider with my foot and she walks up the mini step to enter my house. I close the door shut with my foot and place the bag on the dining table to the side.
             " To me?" I ask surprised She nods and proceeds to sit herself down on the couch. I sit down across from her and find myself sitting up straight. " Something is obviously going on between you and Blue." My stomach drops at her words but I deserve to hear them. " I don't know what happened, but its obvious you hurt her. Again." Again.
               Yes, I hurt her again. After I said I had changed, said I wouldn't do it again. I did it again. " I know, I said I wouldn't but its obvious I haven't changed and I know she deserves someone who won't keeping hurting her over and over again."
           Mrs. Anderson shakes her head. " That's the thing you don't get, you both don't get. She keeps coming back to you because you keep hurting her. Why would anyone do that if they know its going to keep happening? Why wouldn't they just move on and leave?" I reminisce on her words and shrug. " I have no idea."
            " Because she loves you, alot. She loves you enough to keep coming back time after time, no matter what you do." I sigh and shake my head.
" That's fucked up." She shrugs.
" Love can be fucked up sometimes." That's not love. Love is not constantly hurting someone and them coming back. That's not healthy.
             " Well I don't care if its love or not, I don't want her to keep coming back, I want her to be happy." Mrs. Anderson shakes her head and looks deeply into my eyes. " If your not with the person who makes you happy, your never going to be happy. She's never going to be happy with someone who isn't you."
              I snort. " She hates me right now. The way- the way she looked at me, the way she moved away from me. She was scared. She was so scared, she took the longest, most unnecessary route to escape from me. That's not happiness." Mrs. Anderson sighs and stands up and picks up the large bag. She takes the cover off of it.
In her hands now is a nice, black tailored suit. She holds it with both of her hands and looks at me.
                " Fine if you want to give up on her, that's your choice. But I'm going to leave this here for you. I don't know what you did, and I don't want to know what you did. But if you want to see what I'm talking about, how drawn she is to you, how deep her love is for you, your going to put this on and go to prom and show her how good you are for her. Your going to show her that you make bad mistakes and your trying to change for her."
             She sets the suit neatly on the table where I threw vases and picture frames. She grabs her purse and walks to the front door. Before she opens it she stops for a second. " Don't do it for me or her. Do it for you. Show yourself that you won't hurt her, again." Again. I can't promise I won't hurt her again.

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