Broken Youth

Chapter 16

~ Chapter Sixteen ~

••Harry••

Her eyes were so terribly dull, grey attempting at her usual blue as she smiled slightly at Georgia. I looked back to see Jess hugging her with all her might, trying to stop the tears spilling from her own eyes. Girls these days- who'd have 'em? Megan shut the door behind her, forcing a smile upon her beautiful face.
"Har- Styles, I need some help," I grinned at her use of my surname. She swallowed hard before continuing. "Well more than that, I need you to explain some things. This could take five minutes or it could take an hour. Ok?
"Just explain to me one thing, why do you hate Georgia? And what exactly has she done?" Megan's eyes darted away from my own and down to her moving feet. A drop of water landed on her head causing her to look up to the sky. Oh great. "Please. Megan tell me." I begged her, hoping that somehow I would knock down a few walls.
"Alright, alright. Honestly, Styles." I winked at her, a small smile (a real one) appearing on her face. "But first, I want your help. Your answers and your trust." I nodded. Possibly a bit to eagerly because her eyes widened in shock.
"Anything for you, just be gentle; my heart is on my sleeve." Megan rolled her eyes at my stupid attempt at a joke, not realising there was some truth inside the words.

"Have you ever read Bloody Vacancy?" My heart stopped. And so did my feet. I heard her light breathing over the slow pitter-patter of rain, my eyes meeting hers for a second. The park was a couple of minutes away but sitting there in the freezing rain was stupid- we have to keep moving.
"Yes. Many times." We continued on our way, steering clear of the park. There were ten minutes of silence, only the thoughts of what was to happen in the next hour and what had happened in the past hour, spinning around us.
"Harry, I... Everything that's just happened was in Chapter 15. I mean, the girl still hates the boy; Harry, and she gets her essay and diary back from him, like I did. And then, I run back in to your damn house because I'm scared of what we are; exactly like the book. Are we friends? Because the girl and boy fall in love and I really am scared. Harry, did you mean what you wrote in the back of my diary?" Megan's voice was hoarse, tears threatening to fall. I sighed.
"I know, I noticed it too. But, it's complicated and I can't tell you anything. I-I would tell you if I could and I want to but-"
"'But you can't'. I get it." I turned to look at her just as tears fell. She looked so broken and vulnerable, so afraid and scared but nothing I could do was going to help. I'd already made it worse.
"Megan, I, yes."
"Yes what?" I took a step closer to her, confirming it for the final time.
"I meant what I said, what I wrote." My voice was small. Megan's head shot up, a look of shock plastered to her face.

Before I could even comprehend what was going on, a pair of soft, moist lips slammed themselves against my own. I closed my eyes as her tongue forced itself into my mouth, a moan escaping her puckered lips. As she fluttered her eyes open, my heart thumped like a steady drum beat. What was that?
"Am I crazy to say this? But I think that I am defiantly heavily attracted to you, I just. I just need to fall in love with you." Megan blushed as my eyes widened in shock. She was really saying this, right?
"Tis crazy but, I want to try to help you fall in love with me, if that's what you want?" Her eyes darted back to mine.
"Georgia. I want her back, my life is screwed without her even if it's been only a couple of days but, I need her. Can I go back to your house and apologise and we can...?" A smirk played on her lips as I nodded. Megan grabbed my hand, her lips grazing my cheek and running off into the rain, away from the cover of the trees. I just stood there, watching her dance and twirl all the way back to the house.
"You coming then, Styles?" Megan yelled, her bright red bra showing through her soaked crème top.
"Of course!" She giggled as I ran up to her, taking no less than 45 seconds. She seemed unfazed as her small, dainty hand found my huge, dirty ones. Oh how I couldn't wait to slide my fingers into her...