Unpredictable Love

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Harry's POV

I almost dread pulling into Jocelyn's driveway to drop Karleigh off, but I'm glad she called me rather than stay at the bar drinking with Niall. Vile rises in my throat as I think about what Karleigh told me about Niall kissing her.

The car comes to a stop, and I unlock the door so Karleigh can get out. For a moment she hesitates and looks over at me, her eyes red and puffy from all of her crying that surely, I've caused.

"Karleigh, I-I'm sorry." I stutter.

Karleigh sniffles, and looks back at me from over her shoulder. "Don't worry Harry, my Mom told me that sometimes when you love somebody you can get hurt." She slurs, before closing the car door and stumbling up her driveway.

When you love somebody? Is she saying she loves me? Do I love her? I back out of the driveway heartbreakingly slow and turn the volume on my radio back up. Right where I had left it, mine and Karleigh's song comes from my speakers. Without allowing the song to continue I immediately mute the volume again. I'm not able to withstand the ache in my chest as the words flood my ears and remind me of Karleigh.

With a mind of it's own, my foot stomps on the breaks, nearly giving me whiplash. Before I can reach the end of the street I turn the car around and drive back to Karleigh's house.

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Karleigh's POV

"You're joking, right?" My Mom says as she finds me struggling to stand outside the front door. I drape my arm around her shoulder so she can support my weight, before I hit the cold floor.

"Karleigh, I just don't know what to do with you." She rants to my uncaring ears. I help her open my bedroom door when we reach the hallway of my bedroom.

She unhooks her arm from around my waist and I walk across my room and sit on the edge of my bed.

"We'll talk when you aren't intoxicated." She tells me, but she doesn't sound angry, just sad or mentally exhausted.

I stare directly in front of me, not looking at her or anything really. The door closes and I continue to stare blankly, then it just hits me. I'm going to be alone forever. Nobody will ever love me because I push them away, and force them to stop loving me. And when they are willing to love me--like Harry--I don't allow them to.

No matter how much I tell myself I want to loved, I won't allow it. I'm standing in my own way. My own mother struggles to love me, because I continue to hurt and disappoint her.

Harry consumes my mind and slow tears roll down my cheeks. When I can't control them anymore, they pour from my eyes and hiccups come from my mouth as I gasp for air. Niall's words fill my ears and I can only imagine Harry kissing Mandy.

Blurred images of Harry kissing some random face sends a shutter through my body and I scream in anger and agony. How could he? I know we got into a fight but, why?

"Tell me why?" I scream through my tears to no one, considering I'm alone in my room. My eyes land on the pretty vase that was in my room the first night I spent here. I scoff as I remember Aunt Jocelyn removing the vase from my room due to my smoking habit. Absentmindedly I grab the glass vase and slam it across the room into the wall as I let out a loud scream. Thousands of glass shards hit my floor and I grab the nearest object to me and toss it as well.

My cell phone lands on the floor along with the pile of glass and I rise from the bed when I realize that I threw it. My hands shuffle to scrape the glass into a pile on the floor and a large piece slices through my palm.