Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 52

Song: 

Carry On My Wayward Son: Kansas 

Harry's POV

School had resumed as normal. Classes seemed to go so slow now. The worst part was having to still sit next to Dallas through the classes we shared. She was quiet, never speaking, not even when she was asked a question by a professor or passing student. She even ignored her siblings. I thought it was just around me, but Liam had also noticed the same pattern in the classes they shared and the class they both tutored. 

It had been nearly a week since we'd technically broken up and I regretted it every single day, minute, second. I wanted to take it all back, erase every word I said to her, tell her it was all a damn lie. A mistake. I wanted her more than anything, but I couldn't have her. I shouldn't. 

The guys were all against me. The friends I had gained since being here, her family, they too were against me. I was a pariah. Not that I wanted to be anything else. I deserved the dirty looks and the shoulder nudges in the halls. 

From what Niall had told me, it wasn't pretty when I'd left. Her fingernails were evidence enough, but there was the darkness under her eyes, the messy hair thrown up in a bun, the utter lack of care in not only her appearance, but in her way of just being. She no longer smiled or went around socializing with pretty much the entire school. She just went through the known motions the moment she came to school until the moment she disappeared in her dorm.

I had also heard that she didn't allow anyone in her dorm room anymore. No matter how much they pleaded, she continued to lock herself up and it was all because of me. I'd done that to her. Turned out the brightest light I'd ever known. 

As we sat in our music class and prepared to work in groups, I noticed the scar on her arm. It looked like a cut or a burn, I wasn't too sure, the sleeve of her sweatshirt was covering most of it. 

"What is that?" I asked, unable to contain my worry. 

I reached out for her arm, flipping it over to see the damaged area, her arm considerably thinner than I remembered. She simply pulled her arm away and continued to get her things ready to work, completely ignoring me. 

"Dal, I asked you a question!"

I grabbed her arm again, pushing up the material that hid her scar. It was a burn mark. Fury overcame me, the simple thought that she'd do something like this was beyond me. Again, she pulled her arm away, this time with more force, trying once more to get on with our work. 

"Dal, ans-"

"Leave me alone," she seethed in an unrecognizable tone. Her voice was harsh, as if it were the first time she had spoken in a week. 

"Why would you do th-"

"I burned myself with a hot pan," she answered, her voice not sounding any better. "This has nothing to do with you. Don't flatter yourself, someone like you isn't worth it."

I felt her words sting, but I accepted them as truth.

"I'm sorry, I was just worr-"

"Don't," she shook her head, flipping the sunglasses that sat on top of her head onto her face. "You got what you wanted from me, there's no reason for you to continue this charade that you care so much."