Torn (harry styles)

24- Ironic Love

The next morning, I awoke feeling just as drained and tired as normal, only more. I can't help but wonder if I have made the right or wrong decision with Dexter. I shouldn't even be thinking about Harry, but I can't deny the butterflies I feel around him and the rush I get from kissing him.

But, me and Dexter had some amazing times. I liked him a lot. So maybe if I stopped worrying about Harry then it could be happy with Dexter? He seemed to really miss me, I did miss him at the beginning, I guess I eventually got over it... But me and Dexter, we were good together.

I didn't see Harry at school for the rest of the week, I didn't have any classes with him but I didn't see him at either of the breaks or between classes, I think he's avoiding me. Not that I want to see him, I strongly dislike him at the moment, what he said is unforgivable.

For the rest of the week, I didn't see Harry. Well I saw him but I didn't speak to him or even make eye contact. Not that I wanted to, well I sort of did. But at the same time he doesn't deserve my words. Then again I would like an explanation, I want him to tell me why he said what he said. But I'm not the best at confrontation, and after not speaking to him for a week I'm not sure how I would start, I've left it too long. I won't speak to him about it, I know what he said; he knows what he said. And there's nothing else to it.

Me and Dexter have spoken a lot, he even held my hand at school and kissed me in front of his friends. I have grown onto the idea of me and him a bit more, he's a nice boy. It's hard to forget what he did before but after getting to know him all over again I think I'm starting to fall for him again. Which is good, because were going out...

The idea is still quite foreign after my short fling with Harry, well me and Harry, we weren't even a fling.. Sure we talked a bit and kissed a couple of times. But this is Harry were talking about, what he does doesn't mean a thing, does it?

Oh and one more thing; I have been sitting with Perrie, Briah and the others. Of course though when I sit with Perrie and Briah, Sophie and Jo have to be there. They haven't been too bad though; the occasional bitchy comment about my hair or choice of outfit, some whispering and looking at me and some judgemental looks but I'm used to it now- it's all just numb to me now.

"Are you going on Friday?" Perrie asked me. Smiling, her white teeth gleaming.

"Going where?"

"Harry's...?" Harry, Harry is having a party. Obviously I wouldn't be invited, ha

"No, he didn't invite me." I shrugged. It's not that I expected to be invited, but all the same it's a little bit disappointing if I'm honest.

"How come?" Jo frowned. They are my friends but I would never even consider talking to them about me and Harry and whatever fucked up shit went on there.

"We just don't get along." I half smiled and looked down at my shoes.

"Oh, well we could try and get you invited?" Perrie smiled wide.

"Oh god no definitely not." I shook my head and felt my cheeks redden at my sudden response.

"Okay, well have fun in history babe." Jo giggled and hugged me, so did Perrie and then they both sauntered off to their next class. Mine unfortunately happens to be history.

"Boo." A voice chuckled behind me. I turned round to see dexter smiling at me.

"Hey" I sighed. Leaning into him as he put his arm around me and kissed me forehead.

"Who died?" He laughed, squeezing my shoulder. I do like dexter.

"No one, I'm just tired. It's been a long week." I shrugged, forcing my best fake smile.