You've Changed

Chapter 7

Sorry this chapter sucks!!!!!!!!

(Last Chapter...)

"I know but I have a lot of papers to grade and I really should just go home." My voice was small and I felt like crying...again.

I'm so emotional sometimes.

"Just stay, please?" He asked taking arm and pulling me closer to him.

"I-I don't know Harry." I said a single tear falling from my eye.

"Why don't we go somewhere private?" He asked moving his thumb to my cheek to wipe away the tear.

"Okay." I nodded and Harry pulled me in for a hug, I would've protested against it but something felt right for once.

My tears had become muffled into Harry's chest, I didn't understand why I was crying, I guess I just missed my best friend and didn't realize till now. It's funny how when you're a teenager you don't realize the feelings you had for someone until you're older and they've moved on.

Harry pulled away from the hug and looked at me straight in the eyes with concern. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and walked me upstairs. His fingers eventually found mine.

"Why are you crying, love?" He asked, sitting on the couch next to me.

"I'm just overwhelmed and sad but angry with you." I huffed out glancing at Harry. I didn't want to be angry with Harry but sometimes it's the only emotion that makes sense.

"I have a lot of explaining to do, don't I?" He said half laughing and sighing.

"I don't think I'm ready to hear it, the wounds haven't healed yet. I have to go." I muttered, standing up and heading towards the door.

My hand turned the handle but froze when he spoke,"Rylie, stop running away from it." Harry spoke, his voice was loud.

"Running away from what Harry?" I said, Harry approaching me at a fast pace.

"Running away from the fact that you're in love with me." He said sternly.

"You've got to be kidding me right now, is this all a joke to you or something? First you lie to me all through high school, sleep with me then claim that I'm in love with you?! Do you find pleasure in toying with my emotions cause you're fucking good at it?" I yelled walking out the door, Harry trailed behind me and when I reached my car, he got inside with me.

Asshole.

"Rylie, what happened to you, this isn't you at all." His voice was a tad bit calmer than before.

"You happened Harry, and yes I might have been in love with you in high school, but I was in love with a boy named Marcel, not a someone famous guy named Harry." I spoke at a near whisper towards the end of the sentence. It was the the the truth and that's what hurt the most.

"Is that how you think of me now? Some famous guy? You know what Rylie maybe I've been wrong about you this whole time. If I need a pair of glasses for you to like me then thats fucked up!" He raised his voice to yell but the hurt in his voice was easy to identify, with the slam of the car door, he was gone and I don't really know how I felt about that. I always knew something about Marc-, Harry seemed a little weird during high school. People would say his name repeatedly but he'd never respond till someone tapped him, everything was starting to come together.

The drive back to my apartment went by too slow or maybe my thoughts were just moving too fast.

"So you just let him walk away? Just like that?" Taylor asked, looking very shocked. It had been two days since everything went down and I was just now informing Taylor. I had to let things cool down a bit for me to be able to confront Taylor about it without crying or screaming.