Stranded

Chapter 55

*Harry's POV*

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck.

I figured she would react exactly the way she did. She doesn't believe me. How could she not believe me? Why the hell would I joke and kid around about the only woman in my life I've ever loved aside from my mum and sister?

This is all my fucking fault. Way to fucking go, Harry. If I could've just controlled my temper, we would be fine right now. Well, not exactly fine, but whatever the hell our relationship was, that's what we would be right now. It really wasn't that big a deal. She was just trying to help me out. She knew I missed my mum and sister, though I wouldn't admit it to myself, and she was just trying to help. And how the hell do I repay her? By indirectly being responsible for knocking all the memories from her head, nearly killing her, and now she's falling in love with fucking Adam.

World's Biggest Fuck Up Award goes to none other than Harry fucking Styles.

That's it. I've ruined any and every chance of getting her back. I've lost all hope.

See Harry? This is what was inevitably going to happen. Let her be happy. With Adam. You may not like it but if you really love her, you'll let her go. 

And that's exactly what I do.

 

*Cassie's POV*

Great. Just fucking wonderful. Everything was going fine until I opened by big ass mouth. I really need to put a leash or something on this thing because it's always getting me in trouble. 

Harry was finally opening up to me and I ruined it. He was just telling me about the only girl he's ever loved in his life. He's just delusional. I'm not the girl he was talking about. I can't be. Can I? No. That's insane, Cass don't let him get inside your head. Brittany said the girl he was with was killed in a car crash. I admit, it is a bit uncanny that we both were in a car accident but that's wear the comparison stops. I had never seen Harry Styles in my life before until the day I met him in my dorm room. At least, I don't think I have. I know it looked as if he was familiar but I really don't know. That's what's so fucking frustrating about this whole 'losing your memories' business because for all I know, Harry really could be telling the truth. 

Where's a talking tree when you need one?

 

*Friday Morning*

"Harry." I call after him but he continues walking down the hall, completely ignoring me. I have to literally jog to keep up with his pace. "Harry fucking Styles look at me." I growl at him and he stops, looking down at me.

"What the hell do you want?" he spits, making me feel small.

"I wanted to talk to you." I state and he chuckles. It's not the same as when he laughs, that sound is loud and magestic, this sounds low and demeaning.

"I think we did enough of that earlier in the week don't you think, babe?" he smirks and I can't help feeling the disappointment of not seeing his true smile.

"That just got out of hand. I was out of hand. I shouldn't have said those things to you." I say and he just continues to look at me.

"Is that it?" he asks.

"You've been avoiding me." I state.

"I wouldn't call it avoiding. Think of it more as...keeping my distance." 

"Either way, I haven't been able to see you all week." I counter, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Listen closely, sweetheart," he says. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your distance from me too, alright?" he says and an idea pops into my head.