I'm Not Sure of My Feelings For You (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello story)

Chapter 46 Bipolar

I sit on Lucas' bed with my head in my hands.

I want to take a shower to rid myself of the disgusting event that just took place in this room.

All I wanted was to be with Harry is that so hard to understand? He is the one I want not Lucas! Why can't this just be a fairytale, so that Harry and I can live "happily ever after"?

All the things that I said to Harry weren't true! I love him so much. Lucas told me that if I ran to him he would hurt Harry. I don't want anyone or anything to hurt Harry.

Even though Harry seems tough, his heart is fragile. I'm the only one that got to know the real him, besides the boys. He is so sweet and gentle, I can't bring myself to think why anyone would want to hurt him.

  "Cam?" Lucas shouts. I hug my knees tighter to my chest.

He opens the door, and walks to sir on the bed.

  "Hey, baby." I give him a fake smile.

"What you been doing up here?" His grammar is poor, and his breath smells of strong liquor.

  "Just waiting for you." I swallow my tears. He smirks at me.

  "Come with me." He stretches his arm for me to take his hand. I cautiously take it, get off the bed and follow him.

He lifts me onto a chair, and puts my heels on. Confusion takes over my body at his sudden actions. He lifts me back down and retakes my hand.

He leads me to a dining room. The table is filled with Chinese food, filling two plates. He pulls a chair open for me to sit in.

  "I wasn't sure what you liked to eat, but everyone loves Chinese." He smiles at me. This smile isn't creepy, but sweet and sincere.

  "T-Thank you." I place the napkin on my lap, and wait for him to take the first bite.

When he does, I do the same.

  "Look Cam. I'm very sorry for what I did to you, and well I hope you can f-forgive me?" His voice is quiet, and his tone is calm.

  "Um. I'm gracious for your apology, but what you did to me and what you made me do is really unforgivable."

He bows his head and nods in understandment.

"But of course I'm very forgiving." His head rises. "I was raised to forgive and forget, well in this case to forgive because I will never, sadly, forget this." He smiles, and his eyes shows apology in them.

  "I'm glad." I smile at him.

Lucas isn't a "bad" person he's almost like Harry, but more vicious. Harry doesn't beat or...try to rape girls, he just yells at them.

  "Why did you do that to me?" I can't stop my mouth from asking that question.

  "Because I'm a guy, and I had to. Well more like needed to. I didn't expect you to fight me, other girls gave in. I didn't succeed obviously."

  "I'm not like other girls." I state and eat a piece of chicken.

  "I realize that. That's is why Harry fancy's you."

  "Fancy?"

  "It's a British term for "likes". You know Harry and I went to school together."

  "Where you one of the boys that picked on him?" Anger starts to boil inside me.

  "No..." I relax.

"but my brother did. I tried to stop him but he never listen to his little brother, I was just another "thing" in my brother's eyes. He stepped on his glasses, pushed him to the ground. When Harry and I were in 1st grade, my brother was in 2nd. He went to Harry's house and took pictures of where he lived, now Harry was "poor" when we were younger. My brother showed people the picture and everyone called him poor, it was terrible since he was already being picked on. I wouldn't talk to him either, because I had to have somesort of reputation to uphold."

  "So you didn't talk nor help, a poor innocent little boy who was being picked on because you were too embarrassed?" I stand up from my chair, and bang my hands on the table. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

He stands up as well, putting me over his shoulders carrying me up the stairs.

  "Now you shutup before I hurt you! No one talks to me like that! Quit acting like a bitch!" He shuts the door and locks it.

  "Uuuuuggghhh!" I scream and bang my head on the pillow.

He is so fucking bipolar! The only reason that I'm doing this is for him not to hurt Harry. I couldn't live with myself if I knew that I was the reason for Harry getting hurt.

I'm seriously screwed. I'm not really "held hostaged", I'm just staying at a bipolar, son of a bitch's house.

Like first he attempts to "rape" me but I kicked him in the balls, then he orders dinner, then yells at me? Like talk about bipolar!

Let's get this straight the only bipolar person that I will allow in my life is Harry.

I close my eyes with Harry's name replaying in my mind.

  (You'll be in My Heart Phil Collins)
"Cam I'm coming for you! Take my hand!" Harry screams to me over the fighting guys.

He runs over to me, and grabs my hand. Bruises cover his arms, and are shown through his white t-shirt.

We stop running and he sits me on a large rock.

  "Harry you're bleeding." I gasp his hands are bloody.

He grabs my face and kisses me passionately. He rests his forehead against mine.

  "I love you, Cam." His eyes are glossy.

  "I love you too." I smile a few tears fall from my eyes. He pushes a strand of hair out of my face, and smiles at me.

  "You know I'll always come for you, no matter where you are. Just wait for me, and I'll find you." I nod, and he kisses my nose.

  "Why don't they understand that we belong together?" My voice is soft and barely audible. I push his hair back into the styled quiff.

  "They will one day, or maybe they won't. Whatever they think, you're the only one for me. I need you in my life, I can't live without you. You're my girl." Harry's tone is soft and he looks into my eyes, stareing into my soul.

  "And you're my boy..."

I wake up sweating with tears rushing down my face. My mind is clouded with visions of Harry and I. I can barely see through my tears, my eyes get heavier by the second but I can't seem to lie down.

I just need to be close to him. I need to feel his touch, hear his voice. I just want and need Harry with me. I can't be without him.

                       Harry...

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Hello so this is sort of a weird and crappy chapter so you can ignore it if you want IDC.

So my 6 year-old cousin came over and she was like I know who Bella loves and I was like who she was like Zayn, and Harry I was like Yess Zarry are sexyassmothetfuckers!!!

I want Harry to slay me...the end.

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