Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 17

HARRY'S POV

I got a text message as I was about to start driving, I grabbed my phone to read it and it was sent from a private number.

"You should go back to Mercy's room."

Why the hell would I want to go there right now? This must be some prank my friends are making. I'm so not going there, I know that they're hiding somewhere to pour cold water on me like they have done before.

"Zach is with her."

I got another text message from the same person. I'm now certain that it's none of my mates because they don't know about Zach. What if Taylor is sending these messages? No, she wouldn't do it.

I trust Mercy, but I'm going to see if that prick is trying to talk to her. I sighed as I got out of my car and made my way to her room. As I was about to knock on her door, I got another message from the private number.

"He's been there for a while;)."

Fuck. I'll just go in, I don't have to knock. I grabbed the door's handle and turned it around, opening the door. I walked inside and my jaw dropped to what I saw. Mercy and Zach were kissing; I can't stand the thought of him pressing his lips on hers. I can't stand the thought of any guy kissing her. I felt nothing but anger and pain. Mostly anger, they both looked at me, Zach had a smirk on his face and Mercy looked surprised and afraid.

I walked towards him and punched him as hard as I could.

"Harry, I can explain." Mercy said as I grabbed Zach by his shirt's collar and shoved him against the wall, slamming his head on the hard wall over and over again.

"Harry stop, please." Mercy yelled, grabbing my arm trying to pull me away from him. I'm astonished that she isn't scared of getting anywhere near me when I'm angry because the last time she did it, I pushed her so hard and made her fall. Why is she even defending him? Wait, of course she would. She probably have been cheating on me with this shithead. I'm so stupid to think that someone will love me amd stay faithful, I'm a worthless piece of shit that will be lonely for good.

I turned around and looked at her, tears were streaming down her flawless face, my eyes softened as I saw her cry. I wanted to hold her, I wanted to wipe away her tears, I wanted her to be in my arms, I wanted to comfort her and make her laugh, I wanted to kiss her lips and forehead, I wanted to pull her into my chest and let her cry as I stroke her hair and kiss her head. But I couldn't. Those tears weren't for me. They came out of grief and pity because I was assaulting Zach. Those tears were for him and it definitely means that they have a thing.

"We're over." I said, while walking towards the door to leave.

"Wait." She said, crying still.

"What the fuck do you want? This was the last thing I expected you to do. You look so innocent and naive yet you're the biggest bitch I have met. You're so fake. I wasted a month of my time, thinking that I will find someone as good as Hollie. You were never good enough anyways. I will ruin your life if I see you ever again." I yelled at her. I looked at Zach and he finally got up. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. She burried her head in the crook of his neck, crying. I wanted to be the one holding her, I wanted to kiss her one last time. I just left. I was better off without her, I didn't have to worry about having feelings for anyone, I didn't have to worry about losing a girl or feeling heartbroken. I'm going back to my old self.

I drove to the nearest bar and ordered a few drinks. Well, I ordered a lot of drinks. I swallowed the last shot and I felt someone wrapping their hands around my waist. It's probably some skank, wanting to have some fun which is exactly what I needed. I wanted Mercy to be out of my mind, the more I drink, the more I remember her yet I should be forgetting her. Maybe a one night stand will help. I turned around to the girl...Or woman. She put on too much make up, her clothes were ugly and her perfume smells cheap. She's not even close to being as beautiful as Mercy. The way she licks her lips and bites her lower lip when she's trying to think. The way she presses her lips against each other when she studies, the way her eyes look yellow-ish and green-ish in the sun, the way she unconsciously looks at my lips when she wants to kiss me, everything in her makes her look so gorgeous. shit. I have to get her out of my mind but here I am comparing her to every female I see and doing nothing but realize that none of them can be as beautiful of her, none of them will be as good as her. None of them can make me feel the way she does.