Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 9 *

MAYA’S P.O.V.

            I was sitting on my couch late that night when I heard the soft “pft, pft, pft” of Harry’s footsteps walking down the hallway outside my apartment. I jumped up and ran to the door, excited to see him for the first time today. I stopped before I opened the door and listened. He was with someone else. A girl. My heart dropped. I looked out of my peephole and saw him. He had his arm around a tall blonde girl who wore a mini dress. I started getting a bit choked up.

            “Shh… you’ll wake up Maya…” he whispered, chuckling a little bit.

            Was I really hearing this? I had to be dreaming. I put my hand over my mouth. She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him. He loved it, I could just tell. My heart sank even deeper into my stomach than it already was.

            She giggled and kissed him. They backed into his room and everything went quiet.

            My Harry. She was with my Harry. Well, it’s not even like he was mine anyway. We weren’t even together, so why did I even care that he’d brought another girl home with him? I walked back into my apartment and got ready for bed while trying to hold back the massive flood of tears that I felt coming on. This couldn’t be happening. He loved me. He’d said so. He’d said so this morning.

            I should have expected this to happen though. I mean, seriously? Harry Styles liking me? Maya Hartman? It was never meant to be.

            I crawled into my bed and turned the lights off. I realized I never took back my pillows from last night. I cursed at myself for being so stupid. I tried to cry quietly so Harry and whoever it was he was with wouldn’t hear me.

            “Maya? Maya… Maya wake up,” I heard a voice say next to me in my bed the next morning.

            “Whaa…?” I mumbled tiredly, slowly opening my eyes to find Harry laying there smiling at me.

            “Go away…” I spat turning around so that I wasn’t facing him.

            “But I just got here…” he protested, pouting his lips a little bit. I turned over and frowned at him. How could he think he could just waltz in here and crawl into bed with me after hooking up with another girl?

            “And I’m telling you to get the hell out of my apartment,” I growled at him. He looked confused.

            “Why? What did I do?” His eyebrows squeezed together and he tilted his head at me.

            “You know exactly what you did.” I scoffed a little bit. I didn’t want to be speaking to him. He didn’t deserve more than a couple words from me.

            “I really don’t…” Harry replied, assuring me that he was clueless. Was he stupid or something? He didn’t know?

            “I saw you with her last night…” I growled, emphasizing each word that fell from my lips.

            “Oh…” His face dropped and he looked at my pillow. “Maya, I-”

            “Oh, you love me? Really? Well I don’t care. Now get out.” I pointed to the door, but he just looked at me, his eyes pleaded me for something. There was no way I was going to forgive him even though those words were painful for me to say.