Lost and found || EDITING h.s.

Part 8

Alice's POV

I'm still trying to take in all of this.

I cant believe it's all lies.

All of it.

My world seems to spin as I feel sick. I sit down on to my bed.

Lies.

If this is the truth then I need to tell him. I can't live knowing I love him yet he's only playing with me.

Well newsflash - I'm a girl, not a toy.

I don't hear him calling my name until he grabs my arm and spins me around. When I meet his face his eyes are full of worry, scanning my face for any signs of what just happened.

"Alice?"

I look down at my feet and short uncomfortably. Him touching me makes me so angry at the moment. I step back out of his hold. He jumps up and walks towards me.

"Alice? Baby, what's wrong?"

I can't believe that I was gullible enough to believe all this bullshit he's been feeding me.

As he takes another step towards me I take several back, getting as far away as possible.

"Who was on the phone?" he more demands to know then asks.

I turn to face the wall. I can't even look at him right now. But I have to be strong. I have to get through this without shedding a tear and showing him how much he means to me. How badly broken I now am.

I hear his footsteps walk towards me as he turns me around, our faces inches apart.

"Who was on the phone."

I push him away.

"Taylor." I reply, no emotion in my voice.

A look of worry settles on his face. He knows I know.

"Alice, I-"

"Don't fucking talk to me." I spat before he could finish.

"Was I good enough? Did you have fun 'toying' with me?!"

"No, no Alice. You don't know understand, please listen to me."

"No Harry! You listen to me!"

He falls back onto the bed, taken aback by my brutal actions.

"You think you can just mess with me? Put false words in my head? Make me believe in your fake sanctions and then laugh it off?! Oh no. You obviously don't know me! I'm a girl, not a toy, Harry."

I see tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"Please, A-Alice. You don't underst-stand..."

He looks down at his feet, a few droplets escaping his eyes. I have never seen Harry so vulnerable. I almost ran into his arms again, but I stand my ground.

"Yes it started as a joke, as a plan to mess you up. But I... I never thought that I would actually... Actually..." He held his head in his hands, sobbing. I can't believe his actions.

'Its probably just an act. it's always been an act, remember...'

"Actually what?" I asked, frustrated yet curious.

He looked up at me. His eyes red raw and cheeks stained with tears.

"I fucked up so bad. I ruined everything." he muttered to himself

"Actually what Harry?" I shouted at him