I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 11 Heartbreak

About an hour ago Sydney and the others left, so here I am on the couch watching Alan Carr "Chatty Man".

I feel so alone, and very confused. Harry hasn't contacted me at all, I'm hurt. I'm debating whether to go to that alley, because its morning and maybe it won't be as scary.

  "That alleyway is the place." Harry's words come to mind and its possible that he is there.

It has gotten chillier so I throw on my jacket. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes cover the air, and I cough at the dreadful smell.

I spot the alley and take a deep breathe, and ready myself for whatever will come my way.

  "Hey babe, come back for more?" I'm disgusted by the way he speaks to me. I grab all the courage inside me.

  "No thanks. I-I'm looking for Harry Styles. Do you know where I can find him?" He nods towards a black, metal door. I don't trust this boy one bit.

  "Calm down. He's actually in there. Besides I'm not getting my ass kicked by him again for messing with you." I laugh to myself, because I have a feeling that Niall is scared of Harry.

Niall leads me into a dark hallway I'm frightened of what might be at the end.

  "C'mon" Niall takes my arm, and leads me down the hall. I start to hear voices.

  "Shut the fuck up!" Harry's voice booms throughout the big room, his voice overpowers the others.

I watch as Harry screams at a boy that looks a bit older than him, but Harry doesn't seem threatened by his age.

Harry punches the guy right in the face, and I gasp. Harry turns his head to see me with my hands over my mouth, wide eyed. Harry nods towards Niall, I'm guessing that's Niall's cue to take me somewhere else.

I'm taken to a room that looks like a tattoo parlor.

  "He'll be in soon I guess. Sorry you had to see that." Niall gives me a weak smile, and leaves me.

I take this time to look through a book filled with pictures.

Ten minutes pass and I'm getting annoyed! I take my phone out and take a picture of a mint green infinity sign tattoo. I might want this.

  "Ugh! C'mon!" I shout. I sit in the tattoo chair. The door opens and a man steps in. I'm too tired to have a conversation.

  "Hey love, can I help you?" He has a deep voice but I like Harry's better.

  "Um no thanks" I pause. I think of a question. "Uh actually how much is for this tattoo?" I show him the picture I took with my phone.

  "$15.00, would you like it?"

By the time Josh finishes my tattoo I'm tired. It has been an hour and thirty minutes since Niall told me Harry would come "soon". It seems that me and Niall have a different definition of the word "soon".

My wrist hurts like hell from the new drawing on my skin. My tattoo fits me perfectly.

As I'm admiring my tattoo the door swings open, and I'm staring at a beatup version of Harry. I help him to the chair and lay his head on my lap. He might be a asshole but I care for him.

  "Why did you come here?" He seems annoyed, but I'm assuming its because he has multiple bruises on his body.

  "Shh." I try to calm him.

  "Don't shush me, I'm fine I beat the shit out of that dick!" I believe he is mentally high-fiving himself for defeating someone with violence.   "So why are you here?" His tone is harsh, and his voice comes out as a growl.

  "Because you haven't fucking spoken to me since we-" I'm cut off by him.

  "Yeah don't finish that sentence. It didn't mean anything so don't get your hopes up." I'm taken back by his words, and I hold back my tears. My mouth opens but nothing comes out, so I close it.

  "Cam?" I hope that he will reach out to me. "I don't want to be friends either." My heart cracks even more and I wish I hadn't come to London at all.

  "Whatever, go fuck Rebecca..." With that I run out the room into the alley.

  "Cam? Are you ok?" Niall's sympathetic tone makes me fall to pieces. I whimper to try and hold back my sobs, but fail miserably.

When I feel the first tear run down my cheek the rest fall nonstop. I'm crying infront of grown boys, and I can't stop.

  "Cam...can I do anything?" I shake my head as my answer, I don't have the strength to speak. Afterall there is nothing that Niall can possibly do to make me feel better.

I look in the distance to see Harry looking at me with not the slightest emotion. "He's probably laughing at you! Big baby!" My self conscience tells me.

My courage and everything inside me is gone so whatever is left of whatever I take with me and walk away. I hope to never come back to this alley, but something tells me I will be back...soon.

I feel for ya Cam:'( So my sister just reminded me not only do I have school tommorow but also motherfucking gym class!! like does my school hate me? I only got into fucking trouble twice once in 1st grade and last year! ugh whatever follow ne on Twitter @/ letmalikstyles1 :)