Stubborn Love (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

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For The First Time - The Script

Harry's POV

"On my second year of Uni I met this girl, Chloe. She was..stunning. She had dirty blonde hair, she was..everything. Her family liked me, we went on vacations together. She stole every piece of my being. We used to study together, do very coupley things in the evenings and stuff like that. One day I don't know what the hell was I thinking but I wanted to propose to her." I explique, the ridiculous words leaving my mouth.

Sam gapes and puts her hand on her mouth in an adorable way.

"What?!!" She states, not knowing the end of the story. She looks shocked, she probably thinks I'm married.

"Wait for the cherry on the top darling," she blushed - still in shock - at my nickname for her "it's not the end. That night, I went to her apartment in London - I used to study there - and," I stop. Saying the sentence is harder than I thought it would've been, as I never spoke it aloud. She looks at me concerned, probably expecting the worst scenario ever, but she's not ready for what I'm about to say.

"I..I.." I feel numb. I'm not able to say the horrendous sentence that haunted me for years. She looks at me, now worried.

"I found my father in her bed." I say quietly, barely audible. She looked absolutely speechless. I don't blame her one bit.

"That..scene, played in my mind for years. Anytime I would meet a girl, I would think of them and how disgusting love really is." I spit. She looked sympathetically at me. "I don't believe in love anymore, nor in anything related. I was going to marry her Sam, marry her for fucks sake. I walked into her room dressed in suit and tie with a little black box in my hand - like a complete fool, but I was nineteen and my soul was impulsive and careless - to find her tangled in bed with my very father." The words are odd and taste terrible on my tounge, but I feel better.

Sam's POV

I just lay there next to him, taking in all the informations he gave me about this girl. He looks broken, sad and devastated. I take his hand in mine, in an attempt to comfort him. How much of a bitch do you need to be to have sex with you boyfriends father? Now I understand Harry more, why sometimes he's so lost and hopeless.

"A-And your father? I mean do you talk to him?" I quietly ask.

"I haven't spoken to him ever since," He smiles, an angry smile. "Actually, I have! It was some days after the accident! When he came to my fucking house offering money to forget what happened. He wanted to give me his stupid meaningless money to make me forget about him and the love of my life in bed together. I lost it then Sam, I just fucking lost it. I punched him, straight in the face and I didn't bother checking if he was conscious when I closed the door." He says, his emerald eyes full of spite and anger. "I haven't heard from him for about three years now. Chloe wanted me to forgive her, and trust me I was that stupid to consider it, but I guess my mum helped me take the right decision. I still speak with her and my sister Gemma on the phone."

"That's good." I speak after minutes of silence. He looks at me smiling, sad smiling.

"They both weren't worth your time and I'm glad your mum guided you to take the best decision." I whisper.

"Really?" He asks. "Because during my entire life people kept telling me that I should forgive him and try to rebuild a relationship with him." He laughs. "Forgive him? He took with him all the love I ever had for somebody that night and I'm never gonna take it back," He's half shouting now. I'm not letting him do that. I'm not letting him throw away his opinion of love that way because of his father's mistakes.

"No, Harry. He fucked up and hell she did to! But there's nothing wrong with you and what you feel! You mustn't be afraid of l-" I'm shouting too now but he interrupts me.

"Bullshit! That's how everybody ends! You marry, promise you'll love that person forever and then they cheat on you like you-"

"You don't know that Harry! You have never been married! She was just not the one and you can't jeopardize your opinion-"

"Oh well I should listen to you?! You and your perfect life know nothing about this!" He shouts, both standing up now. As the words leave his mouth I see it. I see my whole ruined childhood in front of me and my face turns blue.

"Don't you dare talking like that Harry! You're not the only person with problems for God's sake I had to live with an alcoholic father my whole life, and my mother? She shut her mouth and watched me getting abused by own fucking father! So don't you tell me I know nothing about this!" I yell, I yell so much that my lungs burn like fire. He stands there, shocked probably. I'm barely breathing and my heart is pounding. He nods.

"I'm sorry," He whispers. "For saying that. But you can't change my opinion." He adds. I nod, still unable to speak further.

He gently grabs my arm and pulls me to his chest. It's a totally unexpected action and I'm more than shocked but I give in easily, too easily. He comforts me, stroking my hair.

"Shhh..I'm sorry baby..about your dad.." He whispers in my hair and my body swells at his words. I start crying, from the too many emotions all at once I guess.

"I don't even know why I'm crying," I say. "I already wasted too many tears because of him." I sob as he rubs my hair, mumbling things like 'it's okay' 'don't cry' 'I know'.

"Let's go home." He says smiling, trying to lit up my mood.

Home. Like it's our home, mine and Harry's. I would like that. I would like to live with him and make him believe in hope and love, if he let me I would.

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