Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 25

MERCY'S POV

"I hate you." I said to Harry and I saw nothing but pain in his eyes. He looked at me for a few more seconds and then he left the room. I have never thought that Harry would hurt me physically, but I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have been talking to my ex, but I did nothing wrong. I have told Harry weeks ago that I will always love Justin, I thought that he would understand that, I did not cheat on him. All I did was admit to Justin that I still love him, and I forever will.

Harry scares me when he's angry, he does look as if he were posessed by some demon. His eyes turn from green to pitch black, the vein in his neck shows, and he begins to hit people or random stuff. He even smashed my phone and he pushed me so hard that I fell down and fainted yet he was aware that I was trying to hug him and that he was able to hurt me.

I didn't feel like going to class so I lied in bed, with my clothes on, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling nothing but grief.

6 hours later.

I heard a knock on the door that woke me up. I glanced at the clock and it was 4pm already. Wow, I didn't think that I would sleep for hours. I managed to stand up and open the door, Zach came. God I am so thankful, I needed someone to talk to and he's my closest friend here.

"Come in." I said, opening the door further for him

"Thanks." He said. "I was here 3 hours ago, but you didn't open the door." He added as her walked inside.

"I was asleep." I said shrugging and I closed the door.

"I was worried." He took a seat on my chair, looking at me.

"I see." I responded while looking at the floor.

"Harry told me." He said as he got up and approached me.

"I know what I did was wrong, but we all know I'll never stop loving Justin." I said, while finally looking into his brown eyes.

"He can control you still. You're like his puppy." He snapped.

"I know." I said, shrugging again.

"When are you going to forget him?" He let out a heavy sigh.

"Never." I said, chuckling.

"Ok." He snapped once again.

"Why are you here?" I asked while going back to bed.

"You. I'm here for you." He said as he sat on my bed next to me while I lied on my bed underneath the blanket.

"That's nice." I said, trying to fall asleep.

"Are you going back to sleep?" He asked. I huffed at his annoying questions.

"I'm trying." I said, closing my eyes but I just cannot fall asleep. I just want to sleep and get some rest but I just can't.

"I can help." He suggested. I swear this boy is unbelievable, I keep disappointing him and he never gives up. I find it quite amusing, to be honest.

"Zach." I warned him, raising my brows.

"I won't try to kiss you, I promise. And you're single so." He reassured me so I nodded my head and scooted a bit to give him space in the bed with me. His arms held my hips and pulled me gently closer to him. He wrapped one arm around me as I lied my head on his chest. One of his hands rested on my back, meanwhile the other one rested on my arm, rubbing it. I snuggled up to him and began to draw invisible circles with my finger on his chest.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear.

"I know." I answered. I couldn't say that I love him, nor do I love Harry. I love Justin but I was scared that if I go back to him, I'd get hurt. I gave him too many chances. Also, Harry and Justin are similar, I want a relationship where everything is easy. I won't have to worry all the time, no constant fights, no pain. I have to get Justin and Harry out of my head and give an opportunity to Zach.

I lifted my head up and kissed Zach's lips softly. His hands cupped my cheeks as if he were afraid that I would pull away; but I kept kissing him, passionately.

Seconds later, I pulled away and lied my head on his chest again.

"We can't keep doing this, Mercy." He said, letting out a sigh.

"Keep doing what?" I asked, pretending that I didn't know what he was talking about.

"This. You and me. You can't use me as a rebound." He said as he lifted my chin up to make me look at him.

"I know but I'm sick of Justin and Harry. I'm sick of being with guys like them." I said.

"Alright." He said, smiling.

HARRY'S POV

She hates me, I don't blame her for feeling hatred toward me. I mean, I despise myself as well. Almost everybody hates me. My parents, my 'friends', Hollie, my teachers, my enemies, and now her. I will always be hated, I'm that guy who will never be loved, I'm that kind of guy who fucks up all the fucking time. I'm that kind of guy who hurts people. She was the only one who saw the good side in me, she had hope in me, she tried to love me but she couldn't and I'm the one to blame, I didn't give her enough reasons to love me. I hurt her, not only emotionally but also physically, twice.

I don't deserve her. As a matter of fact, I don't deserve anyone. I should just die alone, no one would care, actually people would be better off without me. My life is all about drinking, fucking sluts, hurting people and studying. And that's just..I'm just not living life. I feel as if I were already dead. It's funny how a guy like me is impressed by a bunch of philosophers who would hate me if they knew me. Jean Jack Rousseau, Sigmond Freud, René Descartes, Montesquieu, Emanuel Kant and so many more...Even though they disagree with each other's philosophical beliefs, they would all agree that I am absolutely worthless, I am not productive whatsoever. I am a symbol of grude and hatred.

Ha, funny how a guy like me is impressed by those people. No one knows my passion towards philosophy, I have never confessed to anyone about how much I love that subject, everyone would judge me. A tattooed guy, who drinks and fucks girls all the time and hurts other people is not expected to be into such an amazing subject such as Philosophy.

I rolled on my left side for what seems as the one hundrendth time this night. I couldn't fall asleep, I need her. I need her comfort, I need her to make my body feel warmth, I need her to make me feel peace and love.

I stood up and walked out of my apartement.

I stood in front of Mercy's room, hesitating on whether I should knock on the door or not.

There lies my love, the girl who has given her heart to some other man, the girl who has been hurt by me, both physically and emotionally during more than once occasion. The girl who managed to smash the walls built around my heart, the girl with the beautiful amber eyes frames with long and dark eyelashes, a perfection was inside such a horrid room. I will go inside, get on my knees and beg for her forgivness. I will confess my love for her. What she has done is wrong, but she can't help feelings. I'm not making excuses for her, but she did sort of tell him she has a boyfriend and that she doesn't want to be with him.

I knocked on the door, and that's when I felt nothing but regret for.being here, and betrayal...

A/N : Hi. I'm sorry for updating late. I know this chapter sucks and it's short; I've been busy. And I know you guys will be mad at me for making Mercy and Harry break up. But you should know that there is another important character in this book, which is Zach. Drama is about to happen soon ;)