He has no name: Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 10

Harry pulled back quickly. He turned around and cleaned the counter. "Harr-" I started off. "Shut up and just clean the kitchen. I never should've trusted you." He snapped. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You kissed me again! After you told me you didn't wanna date me! Your fucking with my feelings that's the last thing that I wanna deal with! People have been fucking with my feelings since day one, I'm done with that, so either clean up your mess or go out the door." He yelled in a raspy voice. "I-I'm sorry Harry. I'll go, bye." I said in a small voice. I grabbed my sweater, catching a glimpse of what Harry had drawn. It was me and him, we were in an empty field and we were cuddled next to each other just staring at the sky. Tears formed in my eyes. I began my way out the door, but he caught my arm. "Never come back." He whispered, tears in his eyes as well. I pulled my arm harshly from his grasp, as I was walking down the stairs I caught his eyes on mine. I turned to look foward. As soon as I got to my room I cried, scratch that, I sobbed. The tears wouldn't stop. I missed him and it hadn't even been a hour.

Its been weeks since I've seen Harry. Seeing the guys with their girlfriends made me feel a mixture of sadness, anger, and jealousy. I have just been hanging out with them and if I'm not with them I'm at my dorm, eating ice cream and watching romance movies screaming things like, "He's no good for you!" or "Stupid romance, its not worth it!" I told Natalie about Harry, she was angry at him, but made a very valid point when she said that Zayn did warn me. I think the weird part about this is that after all of that, I think I've fallen for Harry more. Every time I see him drawing I hope that he's drawing me, and if he's not drawing me then he's drawing us. Just like that drawing I saw at his flat when we fought. I dread kissing him, or even meeting him. Right now I'm watching a scary movie, but it reminded me too much of Harry. Someone knocked on the door, I groaned as I paused the movie and stood up to open the door. When I did I was surprised to who was at my door. Natalie. "Uh hey. Can I talk to you?" She asked. "Yeah." She stepped in. "Its about Harry." She said. My lips tingled and my stomach flipped at the sound of his name. "What about him?" I asked, running my hand threw my black thick hair. "He is basically broken. Um, can't stop crying and drawing you. Abby, he really needs to see you and know you still care." She said. "He drew this..." She muttered grabbing a folded paper from her pocket. "Well, i'll leave you, so you can think about. Just consider it." She said, before walking out the door. I opened the paper to see Harry, around him were all the things we had ever said to each other in nice, neat cursive. Only one we had never said and it was after we had fought, it read, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do about this. Did I wanna talk to him, or did I just wanna forget? Before I could think I just ran to his dorm and knocked on the door.