8 Years Later... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - Our pasts

"Aaron?" Harry asked, his eyes full of curiosity and worry.

"It's a r-really long story…" I began, trying to retain my tears and taking a deep breath. Harry took one of my hands and held it, signaling that he was ready to listen. My eyes shot to the floor as I began to speak, slowly and insecurely.

"So… Like I already told you, he was 19." I murmured quietly, and Harry nodded. "And, um, I-I guess I'll just start from the beginning. So we got into our relationship really fast I guess, a week after we met we had our first kiss. He met both my parents and grandparents after only a month and I guess maybe 4 months in was when it started getting bad…"

Harry scooted closer, his knee starting to shake. He squeezed my hand trying to comfort me as I continued to speak low and uneasily.

"And so we started to… do things. You know, like, sexual things. I won't go into detail because I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I explained, trying to hide my disgust and regret. I could feel Harry's eyes locked on me, I looked up at him to find his face flushed with jealousy and anger. He looked infuriated, I furrowed my eyebrows at him. Why did he seem so angry? It happened months ago and it was completely over.

"Harry-"

"Just continue." He cut me off, shutting his eyes.

"Anyway, so… Things started to get bad after a few months. I mean things were great in the beginning, it felt like we were falling in love, almost. And I know that I was young and foolish and still am, and that it's silly to think that I could fall in love so easily and so quickly, with the first guy I-"

"It's not silly." Harry said, looking deeply into my eyes, with a dead serious look on his face. This suddenly made my heart begin to race, but I couldn't tell you why. I don't know what makes me feel the way I feel around Harry.

"Anyway, I thought I was in love and he'd done things that would make me believe he was in love too. Don't get me wrong, there were a few bumps in the beginning, like him breaking up with me and getting back together with me the next day, like idiots. But despite that, he seemed pretty engaged in our relationship. He'd write poems, and literally bike over in the pouring rain or in the middle of the night despite any possible consequences. He was-… He was always there for me. Always. And while that sounds as though it's not harmful at all, in retrospect, it was probably what made us so codependent." I explained, fidgeting with my hands, nervously. 

"Our relationship began plummeting and before I knew it, I was holding on to him when he had already let go. I don't know how it's possible to just… stop loving someone. How do you fall out of love? How do you feel so close to someone one day and then wake up and realize you're so far away? I guess he fell in love just as quickly as he fell out of it. In the end, I wound up crying to him on the phone, begging for him to stay with me. He found a new girlfriend after a few days, yes, days after leaving me. He stayed in touch with me for a few weeks and then he cut off all contact with me. Blocked on Facebook, new phone number, new house, everything."

"What happened?" 

"What do you mean what happened? I just told you-"

"Addy. I know there's something else. You already told me this at Panera this morning. Now tell me what triggered inside you that made you cry." Harry breathed. 

"I was going to tell you in like 2 seconds, Harry… How do you read me so well?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Tell me." he demanded, his voice stern yet concerned. He grabbed both my hands once again and held them, assuringly, knowing that this simple gesture was just enough to make me talk.