Next To You - {Harry Styles}

Chapter 13

I stood there in shock, as did everyone else in the room.

It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

"Harry... Why... How..." I couldn't seem to form words.

Harry stood there for a little bit, his mask of emotion washing away as he just stared ahead like a zombie.

"You left your jacket at my place, Lou. I thought you would want it," he dropped the jacket on the floor, not even bothering to hang it up, then walked out the door without a word.

"Louis..." I looked up at him.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he said with a grin.

"What. The. Fucking. Fuck," I said with gritted teeth.

"Oh don't get mad at me now," he said with playful pout.

"I cannot believe you. You and Harry are friends!? I thought you guys were just acquaintances?" I said angrily. 

"I said he works with my father. I never said we weren't friends. Not only does he work with my father, his father and mine were close friends," he said nonchalantly.

"Did you ever stop to think that he might care about me? And that he could possibly come in here and see us?"

He sat quietly, staring at the ground. 

"I highly doubt that he's hurt. He's always afraid to get to close to people for his fear of getting hurt," he says softly.

"Did you even see his face? God you're such an asshole," I snapped at him before grabbing my jacket, running out of the flat.

Harry was opening the door to his car, his face still plastered with a zombie like stare.

"Harry!" I yelled.

He didn't even look up.

"Harry, please!" I cried.

He started the car and closed the door. 

I knocked on the window, the back of my eyes stinging with tears.

Oh god don't cry, not now.. I scolded myself. But I couldn't stop the tears that were forming in my eyes.

He started to pull away from the curb. This is all my fault.

I heard the flat door open. Louis walked up behind me.

"Take my bike," he said.

"What?" I said confused.

"Obviously you two care about each other. You need to go find him," he said with a shrug.

He pointed over to a blue Suzuki motorbike.

"I..." I was at a loss for words.

"Take it," he said, with a kind smile.

Maybe he wasn't that much of an asshole...

Louis handed me a key and I started up the bike. It jolted forward. Harry's black Ferrari was already far down the street, but the bike's powerful motor took no time in bringing me near his car. 

I yelled at him from his side of the car. After a few more minutes of yelling he looked over.

His eyes grew big and he rolled down the window. 

"DAWN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled over the blasting air from the speed of our vehicles.

"HARRY I'M SO SORRY. I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THAT," I cried once again.

He looked down at his steering wheel.

He hated me. The one guy who actually treated me good for once and made me genuinely happy... Hated me. I hated me. My heartbeat grew louder and tears poured from my eyes.

No. No not here. Please no... I can't break down here. I thought.

I reached up to wipe my eyes with my sleeve. I felt the bike wobble beneath me and slant to the side.

"DAWN WATCH OUT!" I heard Harry scream.

I felt the bike tip underneath me. 

Fuck. Not now, I thought before I hit the asphalt and everything went black.