Unpredictable Love

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Harry's POV

The expression of hurt was clear on her face as I closed the door to her car and she drove away. My heart is pounding, aching almost, for me to stop this masochistic torture. But I know what I'm about to do has to be done.

This will cause her less pain in the long run. She doesn't realize just how much I mean it when I say I love her more. I'm willing to go through with this for her, to break my own heart for her.

Twisting the knob on my front door, I'm greeted by Niall sitting lazily on the couch.

Our eyes meet as I enter the doorway, but is quickly look away and begin walking towards the stairs.

"Harry." He says stopping me in my tracks. I don't turn around, just stand frozen on the steps.

"This is stupid, I'm sorry I kissed her, but you're my best friend and I can't hate you anymore." Niall slowly says. Spinning on my heels, I turn to look at him. His blue eyes are staring at his hands nervously and I sigh.

"I'm sorry too, about hitting you and about...Mandy." I mumble the last few words. His eyes slowly drag up to mine and we awkwardly nod at each other.

Neither of us says another word and I bound up the stairs to my room, locking the door behind me.

It's going to take serious preparation and dedication for what I'm going to do.

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Karleigh's POV

When I wake up Sunday morning, the priest's words echo in my head. Dreadfully, I climb out of my bed and make my way towards my closet.

My foot collides with my purse and all of its contents spill out across my closet floor.

"Fuck me." I grumble the words under my breath as I begin shoving the items back into my purse. My hand grabs for another object to put away, and I realize it's a pack of cigarettes. For a moment I just stare blankly at the half full pack, but then stress gets the best of my and I fish my lighter back out of my purse.

Placing the cigarette between my lips I cup my hand around the cigarette to light it. Smoke fills my lungs as I take a deep drag.

A gray cloud of smoke fills my closet and I take another inhale. The relief of stress doesn't quite come like it used to, and my head continues to swim with worries.

The only thing that my mind can focus on is him. Nothing else can satisfy my aching thoughts.

I press the lit end on the cigarette aginst the carpet, extinguishing the burning tip. Standing to my feet, my eyes scan over the outfits that are all piled in my closet but I can't get over the feeling of having no clothes.

Everything in my closet seems too inappropriate to wear to church, so I sigh and make my way to Aunt Jocelyn's room.

Knocking lightly on her door, I wait for her to respond.

"Aunt J?" I call out receiving no response. With little patience, I shove the door open to find an empty bedroom. I open her closet doors and skim over the numerous outfit choices.

My eyes land on a charcoal grey blouse that seem to make my eyes burst and I unhook it from the hanger, stowing it away to my bedroom. The blouse looks even better on me than I imagined it would, and I pair it with a faded pair of denim jeans.

Taking the time to do my hair and make up, I sigh with content to see my completed look in the reflection.

Slipping on my shoes and grabbing my phone, I make my way out the front door towards my car.