Don't || H.S.

Chapter 3 - Unexpected Fights and Ice Cream

Natasha Collins

I just stood there, dumbfounded after Harry's confession. My mouth was agape, and my eyes twinkled. He really did feel the same way. He did. He loved me back. He really did.

I couldn't believed it. His eyes bore into mine, his green orbs making me weak. I bit my lip, looking down. Harry slowly removed his hand from my flaming cheek, and stuffed them into his pockets. And awkward silence settled in the air once more, none of us daring to speak up. My face was probably as red as a tomato, and so was his. He never looked more embarrassed his entire life.

I couldn't just ignore him, right? It took him a lot of courage to confess his feelings for me. Can I have that courage to confess too? No, my mind argued. This can't work, I know it can't. I forced my eyes closed as I took a step back. What I was going to do was probably the most God damned stupid thing I will do my entire life.

"I..... I'm sorry, Harry. But we can't work this out. You know we can't," I said finally, making him look up abruptly at me. His eyes we're wide and pleading, pleading me to stay. But I can't, and I won't.

"I....." Harry sighed, "We can try. Everything deserves a chance, Natasha. Remember that."

I bit my lip as I forced myself to remain eye contact. His green, forest-like eyes we're now wet, probably filled with tears as he stared into my soul.

"Harry, I'm sorry. We just... I...."

He cut me off, glaring at me coldy. "You know what, forget it. Forget everything I just said. You don't even care, right? You never cared, and I bet you never will. I never should've told you this, it just made things worse." He said, glaring at me as his green eyes turned dark.

I stared at him apologetically. "I didn't mean it that way, Harry. You know I didn't." I said, taking a step forward, but he took a step back, maintaining distance. "You know what, I don't know. I don't know what you mean because you're so confusing. I don't know why I stuck up with you in the first place." He replied coldy, before leaving me in the library.

Tears filled my eyes as I felt myself crying. I wiped the wet tears away from my cheek, as I glared at the chair he used to sit on. Screw him. Screw Harry Edward Styles. I grumbled under my breath, before standing up and heading for the door.

I went out the library, anger clear on my face. He knew what I meant, he was just being inconsiderate and a complete jerk. He couldn't just understand that we we're too young and we had to prioritize things.

"Hey, Nat?"

Screw whoever you are.

"Nat?"

Shut the f up!

"Natasha!"

I finally snapped out of my daze, staring into a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Liam, my mind told me. My anger still didnt faze out, so I stared at him coldly. "What?" I snapped, folding my arms over my chest.

Liam seemed a bit caught off guard. "You got a problem, love?" He asked, smiling at me genuinely and that was it. I broke down in front of him, hugging his chest as I sobbed.

"H.... H-hary... He... He just..."

I found it difficult to speak as I sobbed, my breath uneven and my eyes blurry from tears. I never expected myself to be so affected by Harry, I never saw this coming; me crying over him.

"What did Harry do, love?" Liam asked softly, somehow making me feel safe in his arms. "He..... He admitted to me that he loved me. I said that we can't work that out but he just got angry. He... He didn't understand, Liam. How can he not understand?" I replied, uncontrollably sobbing into his chest, probably wetting his shirt.

"Shh, love. It's going to be okay. Let's go get some ice cream before lunch time ends." Liam whispered in my ear, making me smile slightly.

"Thanks Liam."