Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

24. Apologies

I finally got the courage to get off the floor when it was probably already midnight. I walked over to the building's stairs entering the code feeling the warm heater air hit my cold face.

I slowly walked to the lift pressing the button to go up. I did not want to face Harry but there's really nothing I can do. I couldn't just go to Liam every time something happened, I had to at least prove to him that I can live for myself and so far I was failing.

I bent down to take the hidden key from underneath the loose carpet, opening the door wiping at the now dry tears on my cheeks. I threw the key on the kitchen bar having it clatter throughout the place, I listened closely for any movement hearing nothing. I walked to the couch falling back in it feeling exhausted with this massive headache I had, I pinched the bridge of my nose closing my eyes. I stood up from the cushioned sofa feeling something under my shoe. I looked down picking up the photograph gasping at the sight of it being torn down the middle, the girl and the boy being separated from the tear.

I looked closer seeing the familiar curly hair on the boy and the light haired girl from the previous picture Harry has shown me of Alison. Why would he disregard something so...special?

"Harry?" I called holding onto the ripped photo going into the bedroom.

I sighed seeing no one was here sitting on the foot of the bed looking down at the picture of Alison and Harry torn in two.

"God" I groaned putting the photo aside and bringing my hands to my forehead to rest my elbows on my thighs.

~ Harry's _ POV +

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" Nelly asked me from the other side of the bar.

"I'm sure" I groaned, "This is as close as I can get to alcohol" I said drinking the apple juice from the glass that is meant for scotch.

"Then why not drink alcohol?" she asked bringing a towel out to clean the wooden surface.

"Because, if I drink when I'm mad or depressed shit happens and hell breaks loose and I'm trying not to have that happen"

She sighed heavily, "What happened?" she asked, her ridiculously obvious dyed blonde hair coming over her shoulders from where she had it tied up.

"It's not your business" I muttered taking another sip of the juice.

"Is it a friend?"

"No"

"Family?"

"No"

"Then what?" she asked sounding just as annoyed as I was. "Is it a girl?"

I shifted in the stool looking into my glass.

"It is" she concluded. "What did you do?"

"I didn't start it" I defended.

"But how did you finish it?"

"Just fuck off! It's none of your damn business you're just the bartender at this damned place that, by the way, is a crap bar" I exclaimed getting up and walking out the door and knocking down those dumb ass colored tiki lights that annoyed the shit out of me.

I came outside to check on Vanessa but ended up at the fucking shit bar that led me nowhere, I knew she wouldn't want to talk to me but technically I didn't start anything, it was Luke.

The scene kept replaying in my head and the more I watched it play the more I realised I was wrong but I wasn't going to admit to anything.

Why did I yell at her? In front of our friends. And about a subject so sensitive to her.