Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 35

RECALLING MY PAST

Angie

I am so mad at him right now. He's pretending he doesn't know anything. He's pretending I don't know anything. I know what he has done that night and I'm not blind. So he should stop playing stupid and tell me what the hell is up with him and Fliss or Friss, whatever.

"What the hell are you talking about Angie? Because I'm so confused here."

"Oh so you're the one confused. It's Felicity, Harry! She happened." I shout and attempt to close the door, but with his strength, he blocks it.

Harry looks at me and enters the room, he hugs me—nuzzling his face on my neck. I push him away even if I want to be in his arms right now.

"What the hell, Harry? You can't just hug me, you did something wrong."

"Why am I always the one at fault whenever we have a fight?" Harry shouts, frightening me.

"Please don't shout. You know how that makes me feel." I whisper.

"I'm sorry," he steps closer to me and plants a kiss on my forehead, "I'm trying really hard here, Angie. It seems like you don't even see it. Angie, I really l—"

"No you don't Harry! You don't care about me like that after what you did to Fliss. No, no, no. It's pretty crystal clear to me now." I sit on the couch, wiping my eyes.

"Fliss? What?"

"Yeah, you should know what you did." I fire back and he closes the door. He sits next to me, I can't help but to move away.

"Talk to me," He looks at me.

"I can't believe you don't even know what you did. This is so unbelievable." I reply and I hear him sigh,

"Well you have to tell me. Which one?" He replies as he plays with his rings on his fingers.

"So there's more?"

You have got to be kidding me, there's more to that one night that they shared. Why can't he be as open to me as I am to him? This is hurting me, and maybe this relationship is really hurting me. What did I ever do to deserve this? I am that one who gets lied on, cheated on, what else? Left alone forever?

"More to what?" Harry says confusingly, "I'm trying here." I look at him and one tear rolls down his cheeks.

"We can't keep doing this, fighting and fighting." I acknowledge,

"What did I do again? Because obviously I'm always the one at fault."

"You tell me, Harry. You tell me." I reply, he looks at me with bloodshot eyes and I feel the tears coming out again. "Harry, I'm tired of arguing and fighting about this."

"I don't even know what we're arguing about."

"Don't play pretend with me,"

"Don't I deserve to know as well? I'm lost here, babe."

"Don't call me babe."

"I'm sorry," there is an awkward pause for several minutes.

I am so confused, he doesn't know what he did? Maybe he things that it isn't as important to argue about. I'm just vulnerable to get hurt and cheated on again. I'm scared to go down my past with Tyler. Tyler made things worse and I don't want to experience that with Harry. I don't want to pretend that it's okay. I need to fix this, we need to fix this because I'm really falling for Harry. But this can't just be the type of situation that I'd ignore. It's the same thing Tyler did to me, and I don't want this with Harry.