When I met him.

Chapter 10 :)

Makayla's POV.

"Well, the next time you'll be having an attack like last night, I'll let you cut your fucking wrists." he said, anger in his eyes. I got out of the car without saying a word to him. I wasn't in the mood to go to school right now. I hated everyone. I hated him. How could he say that? He didn't even know me. He didn't know anything about my life. He never had to handle pain. He never lose his brother. He never self harmed. He never lived the life I tried to live. Never. Just because he was in the biggest boy band in the world meant that he could say things like this. Hell no. That wasn't the way it was suppose to work. I was so angry right now. I hated to be seen as the cutting girl. I hated it. Tears were forming in the corner of my eyes. I was that angry.

Tears started to fall and I couldn't do anything about it, except looking weak. I decided I wouldn't go to school. Fuck it. I never missed school before, so it wasn't such a big deal. I couldn't care less at the moment.

I turned around and started walking. I wanted to just forget about everything. Home was far from school though. But, I walked. One hour and a half later, I was in my room. I was thinking about going to the studio. Elena was in school and I needed it. So, I took everything I needed and starting walking towards the studio.

It felt good to keep my mind out of things for a bit. I didn't even think about anything while I was dancing. I was in my little perfect world. I cried a lot, but I felt better after. I didn't want to go home right away, so I stayed in the studio all day long. If I wasn't dancing I was just sitting on the floor, thinking about everything. Harry...

I couldn't get him out of my head after what happened this morning. It hurt. It hurt like hell. I thought he would understand me. I thought he was there for me. Like, I never knew this guy could say something like this. But, I didn't even know him. How could I act like I knew him like the back of my hand?

I checked the time and realised I had 3 missed call and 5 text messages. 7:05 pm. Shit. I didn't know it was that late. I stayed longer than I thought I would. Anyway, I took all my things and started walking back home. I checked the texts I received while I was walking.

From Elena : ' hey where are u? '

From Elena : ' you weren't at school either, where the hell are you?! '

From Harry : ' I need to talk to you. Please call me. '

From Harry : ' I'm sorry about this morning. Can you please call me so I can explain? '

From Matthew : ' Elena is worried sick! Please answer your phone! '

Oops. I guess I should've called Elena to tell her where I was.

I walked in the house and Elena was there with Matthew, waiting for me.

"Finally! Why do you have a cellphone if you don't answer when it rings?" she asked, getting closer to me.

"Yeah sorry, I didn't hear my phone." I said, getting up the stairs to go in my bedroom.

"Are you alright?" she asked, softly.

Was I alright? No. Today has been a fucking long day and I never want to see Harry ever again.

"No.." I said, tears streaming down my face.

"Hey, hey." she took me in her arms and hugged me tight. "What happened?" she asked, while Matthew was beside me, trying to stop the tears too.

I told her what happened and she tried to convince me Harry didn't mean it and bla bla bla. If Harry said that, it wasn't for nothing. It kinda suck though. Because, I didn't hate having his company. He was a cool guy to hang out with and he was nice. He had the most beautiful voice in the world. I missed him already. When I couldn't sleep at night, he would stay up with me until I fall asleep. When I was having a bad day, he was there to make me smile. When I wanted to talk, he was there to listen. When I wanted to go out, he was the first to show up. But now, I couldn't even think about him without wanting to cry.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that, I almost forgot that, Thursday would be the day my brother died. One year. Wow.. How was I suppose to get through the day withou-

I didn't need him. I needed to stop. It looked like I couldn't even walk without him. I wasn't that kind of girl. I didn't need him, and I was going to prove it.

Harry's POV.

I messed up. I really did. She wasn't answering my text and I knew what that meant. Makayla was a nice girl and I cared about her. I did. But, the whole friendship I tried to build was over by now. What I said to her was disgusting and I knew it. I just couldn't keep the words in my mouth. I couldn't even think straight. I wanted to cry yesterday when she had her attack or whatever its called. I didn't want her to do that. She has been so strong. She still was. But, I had to talk about Ashton to break her. Literally broke her. What could have happened if she didn't listen to me?

I kept thinking about her. I couldn't help it. Usually, we spent all of our time together. If we weren't seeing each other, we were texting. We were close. We could talk about anything and it'd never get awkward. Ugh. I missed her. Already. I knew that I wouldn't hear of her anytime soon, and it killed me. I wanted to know how she was. What was she doing.

I hated myself right now.

My phone started to buzz and I took it without looking at the ID. "Hello? Makayla is that you?" I said, "No, it's Elena." Oh. "Is everything okay? Is she okay?" I asked, worried. "She's crying, but she'll be fine." she said, but kept talking right after, "I don't know everything Harry, but she told me what happened. I know you didn't mean a single word, but still. You said it." she sighed. "I know, I fucking messed up." I whispered, "I don't know what to tell you, Harry. I don't even know what to tell her. She's crying and doesn't want to talk." think of something Harry, come on. "Um.. she likes my voice. Put some of our song...." maybe it would work. I hoped so. "You don't get it, uh?" she asked, "What?" I replied, confused.

"It's not your voice she likes; it's you." she said, like it was that obvious. "She likes you, Harry."