Don't Leave Me Here (Harry Styles x Cher Lloyd x Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 16: Cher

Cher

“He said…”

*~~Flashback~~*

“…feeling perfect, she’s up and roaming, she’s happy.” He paused dramatically. “Not. SHE’S FREAKIN PREGNANT AND YOU DON’T EVEN GIVE A DAMN?!” He yelled.

I moved around and opened my eyes. “Haz?” I asked.

“Yes, Cher?”

“Who were you talkin— Oh Em Gee, is that Louis?” I shot up suddenly when my eyes started moving their own way and I saw yellow and green spots all over my peripheral vision. “Ow. That made me dizzy.” I covered my face with my hands while Harry put and arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on his shoulder and massaged my temples in order to soothe the dizziness.

He whispered into the sleek, black iPhone something I could barely make out.

He handed the phone to me. “Here. Tell me if he hurts you.”

I got the phone from him and said, “Louis?” I longed to hear his velvet voice.

“Cher? How are you feeling?” He asked, unemotionally.

“Fine.” I answered.

“Can you walk around? I mean… could you move?”

“No… I can’t. Are you coming here?” I was hopeful.

“Um… Look, I can’t really-” I cut him off.

“Why not?”

“I have a lot of things to do.” He answered simply.

“Oh…” Tears were escaping. “That’s okay.”

“I hope you understand.” He said in monotone.

“I understand.” I said in monotone as well.

“I’ll come for you one day.”

“Sure you will.” I said sarcastically. “Look, just say it to me straight.”

“What do you mean?” He didn’t sound confused at all.

“I mean, tell me that you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you? No!” He tried to deny.

“Don’t lie. Please.” I can’t believe he was lying.

“I’m not lying.” He denied.

“Fine.” I said stubbornly.

“I hope you’re okay.”

I scoffed. “Whatever.”

“Do you miss me?” He asked after an awkward silence.

“I can’t tell.”

He sighed a meaningful sigh. “Cher… I don’t think this is working out too well for the both of us.”

“What?” I asked in a high-pitched voice.

“I mean… I need space.” I raised my eyebrows. Space? Seriously?

“Are you breaking up with me?” I accused.

“I don’t know.”

“Fine.” I decided to act like I’m all strong.

“I’m sorry.” Monotone.

“I can’t say the same.” I said rudely, ended the call and gave it back to Harry.

*~~End of Flashback~~*

After I told Harry what our conversation was about, he smiled sympathetically while I ruined his shirt with my tears.

I put my arms around his neck and he rubbed my back soothingly.

I know this seems ironic. I mean… Harry is my ex and here I am, crying in front of him because my boyfriend broke up with me. I honestly don’t know what I feel about him. Sigh.

I pulled away from him, wiped the tears from my eyes and said, “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, love?” He asked.

Ever since he came back, he started calling me ‘love’ again. Not that I didn’t like it or anything but I kind of felt uncomfortable.

I blushed a deep red and said, “Because you saw me like this. Nobody—not even my parents, nor my siblings—have seen me cry like this before.

“It’s all right. Cry all you want. You’re okay.”

I got off the bed and said, “I’m going to wash my face and compose myself a little.”

“Okay.” He stood up as well and kissed my forehead.

KISSED MY FOREHEAD?!?!?!?!?!

My eyebrows shot up and I tilted my head. “What—”

“I’m going to be packing your stuff.” He interrupted. I sighed and went inside the loo.

…

When I got out, Harry wasn’t in the room so I thought of getting another shirt because the one I was wearing was wet.

When I opened the closet, nothing was there. Not a shoe or a bag or a bracelet, nothing. “HARRY!!!”