Hi guys! I started another story a few days ago. It called Days. It's an Harry Styles AU. It'll be cool if you could check it out! Okay I'm done bye
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Songs for the chapter:
The Weight — Shawn Mendes
fOoL fOr YoU — Zayn
Breakeven — The Script
Still In My Blood — Zara Larsson
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"You don't get to leave every time!" He shouted, throwing open my apartment door.
"What did you want me to do? Huh?" I asked, throwing my arms in the air.
"Why?" His voice was now a whisper, lost for words.
"Why what?" I asked desperately.
"Why don't you want this?" He asked while closing the door behind him and leaning his back against it.
When I was younger, I couldn't wait to get out of high school, with all those fake people around and dream about having a boyfriend in college, who maybe I'll marry someday, or maybe to experience my first heartbreak. But everything changed that summer when I was going to college. Now, just the thought of marrying someone despised me, just the word "dating," made me puke. I didn't want anything to do with it.
"It's none of your business," I dismissed him.
I closed my eyes as I noticed Harry approaching me, waiting for him to snarl at me at any moment now. I flinched back, snapping my eyes open again when I felt a hand on my shoulder. His touch was warm and soft, soothing the stress and confusion my head was fighting against for years. "Talk to me," he whispered. His tone disorienting, his hot breath was fanning on my face as he spoke.
I shook my head, taking a step back. As much as I wanted to talk to him, I couldn't. I couldn't drag him into this endless vortex my life was made of.
"I told you everything about me. Why don't you?"
"I told you enough. You don't need to know the rest."
"Yes, I do!" He was now pacing back and forth my living room, hands running thorough his curls, a frustrated expression on his face as he huffed. "I know nothing about you! I don't know what's your favorite animal or your favorite piece to play when you're sad or happy or mad! I don't know why you don't believe in god or why you don't celebrate Christmas. I don't know why you never talk to your dad or anyone in your family. I've never seen you talking to them or heard you talking about them. I don't know what broke you, I don't know what happened to you, why you are always so upset and close towards everyone and everything! I don't know why you don't want to be with me and why you think love is going to destroy you. It's not, Connie." He lowered his last words. When he finished, he was out of breath. His large shoulders were raising and falling too quickly to be normal, his lips where parted as he looked with wide eyes at me. He took one step towards me, and I took one back. I glanced down at my hands, not able to look at him.
"My favorite animal is a seal and the piece is the Sonata in B Minor by Liszt, because it's so difficult that I can't think at anything but the piece. I don't talk to anyone in my family because everyone pisses me off." I said evenly. "I'm not answering the other questions." He wanted to know more about me? That's the most I could do.
