Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 4: The Unexpected

On Monday, he came up to me. The last thing I needed. Ever. Just when I moved on, he decides to make my life miserable again? How pathetic. I was at my locker, my usual possy following me. "Hey." Harry said. I took some books out of my bag and stuffed them in my locker, my lips on mute. 

I felt my friends slowly start to leave behind me. "Look, Kylie." I loved when he said my name in that cute little accent of his. It made me forget about swearing off him, and I felt butterflies in my stomach...NO. I was not going to let this happen, yet again. 

I looked him dead in the eye. He continued. 

"I still love you."

"Jesus Christ, Harry! If you really loved me you wouldn't have done any of this. And don't say you won't anymore, because you and I both know that you'll keep doing it over and over again, just like a cycle. And all you do is push people away. You push me away, Harry."

"But you have to understand I'm sorry!"

"But that's the thing, Harry. You're not sorry."

I saw a sparkle in his eye. A sparkle that twitched down the corner of his eye until it formed into a tear. A single tear. It slowly rolled down his cheek. I hurt him. I don't care, because what he's feeling right now..? That's not enough. He made me feel like crap. He hurt me so bad, I don't even feel ashamed at all for making him cry. I mean, should I be? 

He'll never know what pain feels like until he's experienced what he made me go through. 

A couple of my guy friends walked by casually. "Hey, Kylie. You comin'?" They said. I nodded. He looked at me, then at my hand. He took it in his own. "Harry. Don't." I quickly jerked my hand away. His mouth slowly opened as dozens of tears rolled down his face. He slowly swept his hand over my face, and I turned away. 

"Coming!" I said as a tear formed in my eye. I quickly wiped it away before anyone could see. "Hey, who were you talking to?" One of the guys asked me. They all tried to link my arms into theirs. I shook my head, and turned back around. Harry's head was pressed against my locker. I've never seen him cry. He usually acted so strong around me and the boys. His index finger rose up to his eye as he slowly rubbed it. "It doesn't matter." I said. He heard me and punched my locker shut. I turned around and walked to 5th period.