Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 11

"Get out." My teeth clench and I'm trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill from his words. "NOW!" Without thinking, I pick up the first bottle of perfume I see and throw it at Harry. The small bottle smashes against the wall and the pink fluid spills out staining the floor.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He stares at me like I have 3 heads and steps over the sticky liquid.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!" I pick up another bottle threatening to throw it and not miss this time.

"I'm going. Holy shit you need help," He slams my door on his way out and I can't stop the tears from falling. I really thought he was changing for the better, for me. I guess you really can't trust anyone now a days, but that's fine. I'm better off alone anyways.

"Harry get back here!" I hear shouting downstairs, I run to my window and see Harry walking down my drive way. He turns around for a quick second and flips off whoever is at the door.

I wipe my eyes and close my curtains again, then walk over to plug my phone into my stereo putting it on shuffle. The slow beat of Sick Little Games fills my room and I decide to keep it on not really caring that it's not Pierce the Veil to get my anger out.

I continue to pack my stuff and I am about half done when my mom walks in.

"You could knock you know," She ignores what I said and kneels beside me.

"What happened up here?" Her voice is soft as she tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Nothing. He's just an asshole."

"What did he do?"

"Nothing! Just leave it alone mom! You're always trying to get involved with shit and I'm sick of it. I know you mean well but just stop. I don't need you to babysit me," I stand up and leave my mom speechless in my room.

"Ace wait!" She calls after me but I'm already in the bathroom with the door locked.

I grab my razor and hold it to my wrist, sitting on the floor. I know this isn't the best idea but I don't know anything else. Tears are falling down my face and I feel like a mess.

I am a mess.

I do need help just like Harry said.

My body is quivering from my sobs as I shakily press the metal to my scarred skin. I drag it down my arm slowly, feeling nothing but a numbing. My loud sobs continue and I can't seem to stop them.

"Acelyn? Are you ok?" My moms voice brings me out of my trance. I drop the razor and hurriedly reach to the sink. Blood is oozing out of my arm and the water stings as it tries to wash it all away.

"Acelyn!? Answer me!" She pounds on the door loudly, "If you don't answer me I'm coming in!"

"I-I'm fine mom," I finally answer her. I find a black towel and press it to my arm slowing down the flow.

"Come out here now."

"One second," I say shakily, checking on my arm. The blood has slowed down a little but not enough to pull my sleeves back down.

"Fine I'm coming in!"

"No! I said I'll be out in a second! I.. I'm in the toilet," I lie, hoping she believes me.

"2 minutes or I'm really coming in," I sigh in relief and add more pressure to my arm.

It finally stops bleeding and I throw the towel in a little trash can in the corner. I flush the toilet to make my lie seem believable and wash my arm off quickly.

I pull my sleeves down and open the door to see my mom leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall.

"I want you to tell me what happened, and I want you to tell me now." She demands.

"Where's Harry?" I question, I refuse to tell her what happened.

"We think he went back to Ben and his house."

"He hates me mom. It's going to be awkward living in the same house as him," I start to cry again and she pulls me into a tight embrace.

"He doesn't hate you darling, he's just bad at showing his feelings," she kissed my forehead and rubs my back reassuring me that's what it is.

"What feelings?" I chuckle. She laughs with me and grabs my hand leading me downstairs.

She makes us hot chocolate and we decide to watch My Sisters Keeper. After many tears, it finally ends and my mom is asleep. I grab a blanket and pull it over her not wanting to wake her up.

I pick up our empty mugs and take them to the kitchen. I place them in the dishwasher and check the time. 9:58p.m. I run upstairs remembering I left my phone playing music.

I shut the music off silencing my room and see I have 7 texts. They're all from Harry..

From Harry:*

'You better not tell your mom or my dad what happened..'

From Harry:*

'Btw you're lucky you missed me with that perfume bottle sweets :* I might have had to make you 'kiss' it better ;)'

I cringe not wanting to know what he meant by 'kiss'. I'm not allowing my imagination to go there. I continue reading the messages..

From Harry:*

'Answer your fucking phone.'

From Harry:*

'Meet me at the park at 11 tonight'

From Harry:*

'We need to talk.'

From Harry:*

'I'll be near the swings'

From Harry:*

'And make sure you're quiet leaving your house.'

Just as I'm about to answer him, I get one more text.

From Harry:*

'And make sure you show up or I'll be visiting you ;)'

To Harry:*

'Don't worry I'm coming...'

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Hiiiiii

I guess this was just kinda a filler chapter ..

What do you think Harry wants? O.O

Comment and vote please :*