Golden Tip Poco (Harry styles)

Chapter 9. Meeting Heath

I felt so empty inside, I was one of those people that if you told me that I did something wrong or you got mad at me, I took it to heart, and I had just lost something that I loved.

After I had been lying on the floor for what seemed like eternity, I decided to take a walk on the beach to clear my head.

I grabbed my hoodie and made my way down to the soft sand, this time when my bare feet hit the sand it did make that annoying squeaking sound, and a cold breeze blew through the air making it feel quit miserable. It's like everything around me knew to bad and annoying that night. It hurt when the cold air hit the tears running down my face, making me shake from chill bumps. But the pain from all the guilt and feeling like a complete jerk, masked the cold breeze. The ocean seemed calm and somehow eased the mood, but not quit enough to help.

I walked down the edge of the ocean alone in the darkness of the night; I didn't even think to grab a flashlight. The mist along with the cold breeze made my skin feel sticky and wet, the mist also made my light brown hair curl and frizz. Hard shells crunched under my feet as I walked, but all the pain didn't even matter.

All I could think about was Morgan, if I had known that people had lied and hurt him so badly in the past, I would have never tried to lie to him. But that still did not justify the fact that I would even consider taking the risk of hurting him. I couldn't believe that, a guy asking me out and me saying (No), could make him hate me so much, but that wasn't even the issue, I lied......... I lied to Morgan and I hurt him, but I never even meant too. I would never hurt him on purpose, I know It sounds like I did, But I honestly never thought he would get so mad.

"I'm such a jerk," I said as I sobbed even harder at the thought.

After I had been walking the shore line for awhile, I stopped to look back. I turned around to notice that I had walked so far down the beach that I couldn't even see any lights from hotels or restaurants anymore. There was one more hotel ahead of me a little further down beach though.

I turned back around to continue walking down the beach, feeling worthless. Once I had gotten a little bit closer to the next hotel, I could see a little bit better through the dark because of the lights on the hotel. I glanced up from my normal head position of my head just staring at the ground, to see a tall dark figure walking toward me in the distance.

As I walked closer and the tall figure walked closer to me, I could make out that it was a tall guy with curly brown hair. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, I could also make out that he had tattoos running down his left arm and was barefoot.

When we finally got a little closer to each other, he flashed a small grin at me. I didn't even respond, I just dropped my head back down, being embarrassed from still crying and my face being bloody red and my makeup running.

As we started to walk right past each other, he asked me if I was ok.

"Miss, are you okay?" He asked, as he could see that I had been crying.

"I'm fine..." I said in a short tone of voice.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"Yeah I'm fine," I said as I tried to smile through my pain.

I continued to try to walk past him when he suddenly stopped me, gently grabbing my arm so I couldn't walk past him. I just continued to hang my head low.

His grasp on my arm gently and his right hand came up to my chin, lifting it up so he could see my face.

"Hey, come on. What's wrong?" He asked.

It was then that when he tilted my head up, I saw that he looked awfully familiar. He looked exactly like Harry Styles from the old boy-band that I used to love when I was sixteen.