When I met him.

Chapter 15 :)

Harry's POV.

Makayla was in my arms sleeping. I didn't want to wake her. After the talk I had with her, she obviously cried a little. She told me that, no one had told her those things. It was really upseting to hear that, because I met her 3 months ago and, still I told her everything she needed to hear in one night. That meant, for 17 years old of living, no one had told her nice things. Why? She needed to hear it. She never had a real relationship with her mother. They fought almost everyday. When she called from her trip, she would just ask her if everything was alright in the house. She would ask for Elena and Mak's grades at school. I didn't want to tell her but, she was a bitch.

Anyway, enough with this shit. I had Makayla now and that was pretty great. Management would finally leave me alone. I didn't want to be with Mak right now, but I knew that, eventually, I would have ask her out for sure. I wanted to be sure about my feelings before I could do anything. I guess that, yesterday just happened. It meant something to Makayla, and for me too.

The hate was awful. Ever since I was in One Direction and we had fans, the hate started. The hate was everywhere. Even when I was with my sister the hate would be there! Come on.

Mak already had some... difficulties. If girls started to call her names and tell her things that weren't true, she would be sad. This girl took everything seriously, so yeah.

"Hey." she said, looking at me.

"Hey." I smiled. She smiled back and kissed my cheek.

"Sleep good?" I asked, hugging her. She nodded and put her head on my chest. We were interupt when my phone went off. I took it and looked at the screen to see ' Management '. I sighed and answered.

"What?" I answered, "Good morning to you." they said, "Anyway, we wanted to say that you did a great job with that girl." that girl? "She has a name by the way." I stood up and walked out of the room. "Miley? Maya? I don't remember, and I don't care. Just be sure you'll keep her for a while." they explained, "It's Makayla. And if it wasn't for my image, I wouldn't be with her right now." I said, thinking about the hate.. "It's only for a couple months."  "Yeah, yeah. Gotta go." I said, and hung up.

I turned the knob of the bedroom door and entered the room again. There was Makayla, watching the tv and checking her phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"Twitter." she replied, never leaving the screen of her iPhone.

"Don't lo-" she cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"Don't look at the hate, I know." she said, harsh. Okay....

"Are you okay?" I frowned. She was like that when we first met. When she hated me. But, now that we were maybe kinda together, she couldn't hate me. What did I do? She saw some hate on Twitter for sure. She wasn't bipolar! Her mood changed in one time call. What the actual fuck.....

"Yes." she answered my previous question.

"Why are you so harsh with me then?" I asked, still trying to figure out what happened. She looked at me and then stood up from the bed. She took her things and put them it her bag.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted. I was so confused right now.

"I'm going home." she replied, putting her jeans home.

"Why?" she didn't answer me. Instead, she took her bag and walked out of the room. I followed her and she was alreadu down the stairs.

"Why don't you just explain what the fuck is going on?" I asked, following her from behind.

"I just wanna go home!" she shouted and put her shoes on.

"You don't even have a car." I said, smirking.

"Then, I'll walk." she said, and opened the front door. She sighed and got out of the house. Just like that. She got out.

What just happened? We were perfectly fine yesterday and this just happened. I was so confused. No wait, I was confused and angry. I told her many times that I was there for her. But, when something wasn't right, she didn't want to tell me. Argh.

Girls.

Makayla's POV.

' It's Makayla. And if it wasn't for my image, I wouldn't be with her right now. ' his words kept coming back in my head. I couldn't forget them. He didn't realised that, I heard him. The only reason why he was so sweet with me, was just because he wanted a girl to change his image. And here I was, good girl like me. He couldn't resist. He needed me to change people's thoughts about him. I was still asking myself if I was sad or mad.

He played with my heart like it was a toy. He couldn't do that. He was a freaking good friend and he kissed me last night! He fucking kissed me. He couldn't just do that. Not with me.

He cared about me. I knew that. But, at this very moment, I wasn't sure about anything. He did all of that just to get me to be his 'girlfriend'. Stupid guys. Stupid Harry. It hurt. Fuck. Why me? The last boyfriend I had used to beat the shit out of me, almost everyday! and now that! What the fuck??!?!

Tears were forming but I tried my best to keep them in my eyes.

I guess I didn't try hard enough, because I was crying my eyes out. I liked him. And he fucking knew it. Elena had told him and he told me yesterday. BEFORE WE KISSED. Anyway. I thought he was different. He looked so mad when things happened to me. He would get defensive and almost kill the whole population.

But now, he was the one who hurt me. The only guy who never hurt me was Ashton. I needed him right now. I needed him to remind me how stupid guys could be. Maybe it would be great to go see him.

I walked a little further in the cemetery. I could see his grave already. I sighed and walked faster.

"Hey Ash. How is it up there?" I asked, whispering. "I wish you were here." my voice started to shake, "I miss you so much..." I cried, "It hurts so much Ash. Why aren't you here with me? I need you! Mom and Dad are gone, again. And you're not here to listen to my problems anymore. I'm tired to keep it all inside." I stopped talking, trying to stop the tears.

"I feel like I have nobody. I'm so alone. Always alone with my thoughts. Since you're gone, my life has become even more hard. You were the one to make me happy. Nobody understands me like you did. And it sucks because you're gone..."

"I hope you miss me up there." I wiped some tears away. "I'm sorry I didn't come yesterday. I was kind of feeling okay and I didn't want to be sad again. So, I stayed home with... him." I chuckled. "You must be wondering who this could be, right? His names Harry. Harry Styles."

"Remember what you told me about guys?" I asked my dead brother, "They are stupid." I said.

"You were right. Guys are stupid."

" I love you Ashto-" I've been cut off by an unfamiliar voice, "Makayla? Are you Makayla? Harry Stlyes girlfriend?" I turned around to be face to face with a fucking paparazzi.

"What? No!" I said, standing on my feet.

"We saw pictures of you two kissing, stop deying it." he said, taking picture of me.

"Who are you visiting?" he asked, "That's none of your fucking buisness!" I shouted.

"Why don't you want to tell us? You don't want to tell the whole world how miserable you are now without him?" he said, smirking.

"You don't want to share with us the freak you are?"

"You don't want the whole world to know that you cut yourself?"

"You really are a freak." he never stopped. I was shocked. How did he know that?

"This is going to be everywhere by tomorrow girl!" he exclaimed, laughing. What did he mean?

"What do you mean?" I asked, worried.

"The pictures would be everywhere by tomorrow. You're so done girl." he said and walked away.

"I'm screwed." I said to myself.