The Difference

Chapter 25.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else? You've hardly touched the food I brought for you."

Harry had been pushing around his chicken with a fork for the last twenty minutes and I was beginning to wonder if he would ever eat properly again. It wasn't looking good for him so far and I was starting to worry about the green eyed boy.

"I'm fine Piper."

"But you really should--"

"I said I was fine." Harry's tone was stern, stern enough to tell me that I shouldn't push him any further.

"Okay." I looked down at my feet. "I'm sorry I was just trying to help." I said softly as I put our containers in the bin.

"Well stop trying. I don't need your help. I was doing just fine without you."

That blow hurt. I know that he's grieving but he doesn't need to take his anger out on me. I meant it when I said that I wanted to help him. God knows why his mum isn't here, but I am. He needs someone right now and he knows that, even if he won't admit it.

"Harry please." I cooed softly, putting my hand over his on the bench. "I know you're hurting. Loosing someone close to you is never easy but you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself and begin to move on."

"Feeling sorry for myself?!" He pulled his hand away and stood up as his anger rose to the surface yet again. "Move on? I do not feel sorry for myself Piper. I feel like I'm a horrible person that doesn't deserve your help, or want it." He spat. "And I'll move on when I want to, not when you tell me too." He argued. "Just go home." He turned his back to me and made his way to his room. "You're better off without me anyway."

I picked up my bag from the ground and silently walked out of the house after I watched him walk away. I made it all the way to my car without shedding a single tear when one slipped and once that happened, they wouldn't stop. Tear after tear fell from eyes as I sat in the front seat of my car.

Why does he keep doing this to me? I try and I try again with Harry but it just doesn't get any easier. All he does is hurt me when I am only ever kind to him. My patience is wearing thin when it comes to him and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. We kiss and then he pulls away, kiss, pull away, kiss and pull away. It's just a never ending cycle of unhappiness, but I can't seem to let him go. It's like I know that deep down he needs me, and that's why I won't go.

"This isn't how it ends." I spoke out loud as I wiped the mascara from under my eyes. I opened my car door and stormed into the house, bracing myself for what was to come.

"Harry!" I yelled "Harry Styles get your arse out here right now!" He swung open his bedroom door and lazily drooped his arm over the frame.

"You think you can just tell me what to do? You think that you're not good enough for me? Is that it?" He opened his mouth to talk but I put a finger up, silencing the curly haired boy. "Shut up. For once just shut up." He seemed to be listening to me so I continued my rant. "You think you're this monster, this burden on society that can't be fixed but I know better than you Harry. I see past the anger in your eyes and the fire in your heart and do you know what I see? I see a boy. A boy who just wants to be loved by someone the way he needs to be, the way he deserves to be, the only way he can be."

His cold expression was merely a front for what was going on behind his eyes. I was getting through to him, I know I was and I needed to keep going before he could say or do something to ruin that.

"Let me be that someone Harry, let me in." I hadn't realised I was crying again until the salty liquid ran into my mouth. I didn't bother to stop the tears. Maybe they will help him see what he's doing to me? Maybe they will--