Regrets (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Regrets - chapter 2 (WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?)

"Whats going on?" Harry questioned, he searched the room with his eyes and then focuses on me. "Nothing mate just checking on her" said Zayn.

"Well it doesn't look like it" he answers back rapidly. He turns his head towards me. I look away.

"Megan I.." he stops as I interrupt him by placing my hand up.

"Don't talk to me...please" I know if he tries to apologies to me i will surely surrender. No but not today, this has gone too far.

"Okay fine, but I'm really sorry, you don't know what your brother has done to me in the past, I love you and I hope you understand that. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way, I still love you like I used to before we...well you get the point. When you want to talk just let me know then I will tell you why I even did all of this".

I don't know what to do, should I accept his apology? No I cant! I cant let go now...

He reaches towards my had and touches slightly leaving a zap of electricity to linger. I quickly pull back and look away.

Before leaving Harry looks at me once more, then sighs and walks out of the room, followed by Zayn and Liam, talking amongst themselves.

.....

My eyes flutter open to see a dark figure sitting on the corner of my bed. Harry. My bed was completely dipped at where he was sitting. 

Did I fall asleep? I don't remember anything, I don't even know the time or if it's morning or night as there are no windows in this room. I feel as though I am in a cage, trapped.

Harry turns around making eye contact, he smiles slowly revealing his dimples, the smile which I used to adore. I still do, he's just ruined everything now. His smile would make my heart melt every time and make me possessed with his every word.

'Good morning Megan' he whispered and leans in to kiss my forehead.

I shift to the edge of the bed turning my back to Harry. Why does he think that everything is okay? That we're okay? 

I hear him sigh, I grab the blankets and cover myself completely to stop me from jumping onto him and kissing him hard against the wall.

'You need to eat something' he tells me. Why thanks for reminding me Sherlock, it's not like my body tells me I am hungry or whatever.

I refuse to listen to him. I am still the stubborn person he has known. He slowly removes the blanket and I don't stop him. He looks at me with red eyes. Has he been crying?

He looks away realizing what I'm thinking. I speak without thinking. 'I'm ready for you to tell me why I'm here' I need to know, I need to know why I am here, trapped. 

He brings his hands forward to hold mine, I don't move them. 'Do you want to have something to eat first?' He asks me. 

I shake my head and he nods, I prepare myself for his next few words.

'It all started when...'