too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 38.

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"What's the real reason you broke up with me back in September?"

My question was replaying in both of our heads.

She will never answer and I'll never let her not. It's been 9 months now, if that, and I don't have an answer. She never gave me a real reason.

I was a real reason.

She hasn't spoken in over twenty minutes now.

I looked at her. She looked away.

I pulled over on the interstate and waited for her answer.

nothing.

The wall she put up didn't only block me from her emotions and how she felt, but it blocked me from the truth and the explanations behind the lies. Part of me didn't even believe she knew why, but everyone knows why.

She said she loved me. She may have thought she loved me, I understand if she didn't, but she thought it. She's a lot of things but a liar isn't one. She's like those boulder we sat on just an hour ago. And she's drowning me as I sink. Lower. Lower. And lower.

Until it's too late and I've lost myself and her.

"You can just walk then," I whisper under my breath. My feet were now on the dash too and my seat back. I have all the time in the world.

I don't need to be on Xfactor. I don't need to be in South Carolina.

I have all the time in the world.

Her head turned to my direction, her eyes dead. "Fine," her voice was quiet against the noise of the cars going by us.

I half smiled at her agreement. "So?"

"I'm walking," she sneered, unbuckling her belt.

My eyes went wide and I rushed myself to grab her arm.

She didn't mean 'fine, I'll answer.' She meant 'fine, I'll walk.'

"You're not leaving this fucking car," I ordered.

I'm not doing this.

She's already ditched me here. I'm not going to let her screw me over anymore. If anything, she should be thanking me for coming to this damn country with her.

Her arm muscles flexed underneath my hard grip. She was testing me. She's always testing me.

"You're not my father."

"For gods sake, Ivy! I wouldn't want to be your father. I can't even be your fucking friend if I wanted to."

Her eyes sparked something in her: hope.

"You want to be my friend?" She asked, a smile creeping on my face.

Don't do it Harry. She wants to hurt you. She's done enough already.

"I said if I wanted to," I snapped coldly, letting go of her arm and locking the doors to the bug.

She deserves it, Harry. She doesn't even mind.

She flipped the switch in her head and the hope suddenly left. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she spoke in irony. "I want to die."

I raised an eyebrow at her need.

"I want to die." She repeated, now looking down at her phone and dialling a number.

I sat up in my seat, reaching for her phone and snatching it.

She looked at me with an annoyed expression. "Give it back."

No.

I looked down at the phone. 9-1- just one more number and a call button for her to get on the phone with the cops. She's entirely stupid because we aren't in America. Things are different.