2 months later...
Kylie's P.O.V.
After about a week of meeting the boys, they started falling for me. One by one, they'd each try to "get me". Except for one. Harry. He didn't need to chase after me because he knew he had me right at the tip of his finger. He would start dating a girl to use her, then dump her, get me back under his spell, throw me away again, and then came the next girl. I couldn't do anything about it. I was in love with him, and he knew it.
He started ignoring me. When I came over to hang out with the boys, Harry would be in his room with the new week's slut. I would always tear up, but hide so no one would see. When I got him, he'd text me flirty things. I couldn't stop texting him, I was his. Or so, I thought. One day, we had a heart to heart. I told him my feelings toward him. He didn't say them back. He told me he didn't want to talk anymore because it would "ruin his reputation". I called him an asshole, ran to my house and fell to the floor, crying. I couldn't breathe. He was my world, my everything. To him, I was just a girl to mess around with and to use to get popular.
Everytime we would see each other down the hall and he would try to say hi. I had sworn off to him, he couldn't play with my heart any longer. Of course, I still continued to hang out with the boys. They were here when I needed to talk to them about anything. SO unlike Harry. I started dating Zayn but broke up with him about a month later when the press got out of hand. It also created conflict between the boys, as they all still liked me.
Harry's P.O.V.
We never talked again. I know she wouldn't dare. It's not my fault, she should have known what she was starting when we kissed that day she brought me to the clinic. I feel like such a bloody damn jerk, playing her like that. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. She doesn't deserve it, not one bit. It's weird, how I feel this way, but somehow I still act like such an asshole to her. But now she doesn't even look my way when we cross each other at school. I understand why. God, I miss her so much. But there's no way she could ever forgive me. I can't even forgive myself, right now. I lost her. I lost my world, my everything.
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Don't cry, Harry.
FanficWhat could the girl, who already has everything, possibly want more? Love with a famous bad boy, of course.
