Torn (harry styles)

10- Full of suprises

I stood still, staring back at him. I wanted to look away, I wanted to leave... but I can't.

It took all my strength but I managed to prise my eyes away from his and turn around. I began walking away...

"Skye!" Harry's voice boomed behind me.
Anger suddenly rushed over me about what Harry had said earlier. It hurt. And I'm not going to sit back and take it as a joke anymore because its not funny. He shouldn't be able to talk to me when he feels like it and then completely hurt my feelings again and again.
"Why are you talking to me? Aren't you embarrassed of me?" I snapped. Turning around to face him. He looked shocked and if I didn't know him better I would think he looked scared. pa.

"calm down, okay." he breathed, looking into my eyes. I tried to stay angry but annoyingly, just him saying the words calm down immediately calmed me.

"Harry just don't talk to me." I sighed.. I know I'm lying. Of course I want him to talk to me.. I really like talking to him... I really like him. I shouldn't though, and I know that. I'm gonna go with my head from now on because my heart must be confused.

"look Skye, I'm sorry. Can you not tell people that I work... here." he gestured to the cute little bakery. His eyes pleaded me. I wanted to make him beg me, make him plead to me more. But its painful seeing him looking so weak.

"fine." I scoffed. Turning around. Although, I did want to stay..
"Thankyou." his voice softened, he sounded vulnerable and I wish he would just say sorry like he meant it. Maybe its up for me to start the conversation with him.

"Harry?" I turned back to face him and his head snapped back to me.
"why are you embarrassed of me?" I asked. Okay I shouldnt have asked him that. I sound so clingy and weird. I just opened my mouth to make conversation and that phyco sentence came out. great.
"I'm not embarrassed of you" he shrugged "but you know how my..well our group can be?" he said. our? am I in that group? What... I don't want to be. I don't want to be considered like that and I certainly don't count myself in.
"your group" I corrected him. I had too.
He rolled his eyes.

"your in it, you sit with them and go to our parties." he said. I guess its true, but I don't want to admit it. No matter how many social events I go to I will never feel part of that crowd.
"I went to like three.. and I hated them." I blushed. Me and Harry both know what party I'm talking about.
"Sorry." he half coughed. It really did mean a lot that he's apologising. even if its not genuine. its just nice to hear those words come out of his mouth after all the pain he's caused me.
"Also" I started "i-im not like them."

"I know your not." He smiled. My heart skipped a beat as his dimples surfaced his cheeks.
"you did dress like them today though." He added, his words slightly harsh but his tone and smile softened them.

He noticed then...ha.

"oh um yeah, I thought I'd try something different." I said, I wasn't exactly going to say I looked in the mirror and felt sick looking at my boring reflection and I suddenly realised why you were embarrassed of me so I tried to change and be one of them.

"Maybe just stick to your normal look, I don't mind it " he murmered. Am I sure I heard that correctly? Was that another compliment? I felt my cheeks heat.
Is he joking? taking the Mick? look at the girls he hangs with, if he like them the way I dress then why doesn't he hang with girls like me? Yeah.. he has to be joking.

"whatever" I laughed. I hope he wasn't joking, I really do. But I can't let myself be so naive.
I'm happy me and harry have put this behind us again. It seems that I'm always happier when me and him are on good terms...
" I'm glad we sorted this out." slipped out of my mouth. I'm fully aware I was thinking it but I just didn't realise my mouth was in direct line with my thoughts and that I would actually say it. shit.
I held my breath and awaited his horrible reply. I just know he's gonna break me all over again... I need my sleep, why couldn't I just have gone home and slept thinking me and Harry were good. Why do I have to fuck it up all the time.

"Me too.." he half smiled before turning back and walking into the bakery.

I feel suddenly uplifted. Like the weight in which I have been carrying around for the last few days is been taken off me.
This can't be real. That definitely was not the Harry I'm used to..

Maybe he has an evil twin and this was the nice Harry. I laughed to myself. That's definitely not the case because Harry showed me both sides that day at the bench. Ugh.

But I can't believe he's just been so nice. I know I shouldn't be so happy after all the bad things he's done. I just can't explain how happy it makes me when he does something nice. It makes all the bad stuff not important anymore...

I decide to go home in case he comes back out and ruins it.

Amazing how one short conversation can change everything.

Well actually, not everything.. I would have liked him either way but it definitely has changed my mood for the better.

Although I'm overjoyed about what's just happened, I can't help but sense it won't last long.