Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 42

I’d been walking for at least ten minutes, still…I don’t know, I had no real perception of time right now. My mind was fogged with devastation. What I had with Harry was never real…it was all a game to him, but it still hurt that I’d lost him. His love for me might have been false, but my love for him certainly wasn’t. Why would he have gone so far with me? I’d met his mother, I’d met all his friends, and he was lying to them just as much as he was lying to me.

I wiped the tears from under my eyes once more, continuing my trek up the steep slope on the busy streets of London. As cars drove past, I felt their eyes on me; I felt their scrutiny of my vulnerable state. My hair was a mess, my shoes were untied, my clothes were scruffy and I hadn’t even bothered with makeup, the remnants of last nights being stained down my cheeks. I’d chosen to ignore people walking past me, I wouldn’t try and hold in my tears around them, if they want to judge me, they can judge me.

“Vi?” I heard a familiar voice call from a few meters in front. I whipped my head up, revealing Aubrey’s flowing purple waves. Just a few steps behind her were Beau, with Casper walking beside her. I don’t think she’d yet noticed me; she was too caught up in a loving stare.

“Violet are you okay?” Aubrey said in a more serious tone as she came trotting up in front of me. She wrapped me in a comforting embrace and I buried my face into her shoulder and sobbed, not caring about who heard. I just needed to cry.

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“She hasn’t stopped crying for almost two hours.”

“Well, do you know what happened?”

“No, she’s too distraught to say anything.”

“…I swear to God…if it’s Harry I’ll-“

“Calm down Beau. She can stay here tonight, do you want to stay too?”

I heard Beau and Aubrey’s conversation easily through the echoing halls of Aubrey’s enormous house. They were looking out for me, for that I was thankful. They were on their way home from school when they found me, who knows where I’d be now if they hadn’t. The tears continued to pour down my tingling cheeks, which I assumed were now glowing a fluorescent shade of red. I was cut out of my own thoughts by a delicate palm being placed on my knee.

“Vi,” Aubrey started, I tried to silence my tears to hear her, but my brain had other plans, it wanted to keep on remembering the dominant blonde come storming into the bedroom.

“Violet, what happened? Was it Harry?” She asked over the room-filling drone of my tears. I pursed my lips and nodded remorsefully. She turned her head and looked at Beau who was standing with her arms crossed behind her. Beau had never liked Harry, he’d already hurt Aubrey, and now me, she was growing an even stronger hatred of him. Her lips were pursed, and her nose twitched slightly as Aubrey mentioned his name. She turned around and stormed off, multiple bangs and clatters could be heard in the next room, along with Beau screaming profanities at Harry. She really didn’t like him.

“What did he do?” Aubrey asked, trying to ignore Beau’s tantrum. I had not the heart to answer. My mind still fresh with the image of the blonde, but more so the lies Harry had been feeding me. It was all a ploy to get into a virgin’s pants. I hated him.

“He never l-loved me.” I choked, my words barely audible over the sobbing and sniffling. Aubrey’s face stiffened, she looked at me with confusion.

“What?” She asked, her head slightly tilted to the side. She looked as though she had expected a differently reply, something along the lines of “He didn’t call” or perhaps “He tried to rape me.”

“It was all a…it was all a g-game.” I sputtered once more, placing my head in my hands and continuing to cry.

“Violet, Harry loves you.” She said. Not in a comforting friendly way, she didn’t place her hand on my back and rub away all my sorrows, no she said it confidently, she said it as though it was blatantly obvious.