I'm Not Sure of My Feelings for You 2 (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello)

Chapter 83 New Relations

It's two forty-five, why in the hell did I agree to this?! I couldn't even look at his face and now I have to spend at least a couple minutes or at least an hour with him!

At this time I'm walking to the park, wearing my sunglasses. Multiple couples in bikinis and shorts pass me by, and I can't help but feel a bit of jealousy!

I need something to take my mind off of him! Charlie...that's it I'll call Charlie!

Me: Charlie?

Charlie: Hey babe, what's up?

Me: Can we go out today like in an hour or sooner?

Charlie: Well I'm free now, is that alright?

Me: I have somewhere to go...how about three-thirty?

Charlie: Yeah that's fine, see ya then baby.

Me: Bye.

I feel slightly relaxed so that I have something to take my mind off but I still have to go!

When I get to the park I sit on a bench to wait for him. He is always late, always have been and probably always will.

  "Hey, love."

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  (It's Not Just You Cody Simpson)

                 Harry's P.O.V:

  "Hey, love." I say once I find her sitting on a bench looking angelic.

She stands up and fixes her glasses on her face. "Don't call me that." She gives me a "cringelike" face, and rolls her eyes.

  "Sorry...so what have you been doing?" She gives me a look like "seriously?"

  "Moved on." Is all she says crossing her arms and raising her brow. Has she really moved on?

  "Oh, so have I." Is all I say, we never used to be awkward but things have changed...we have changed.

  "So your dating now?" She says the words sounding like acid coming out of her mouth.

  "Y-Yeah...you?" No I'm not.

  "Yeah this guy named Charlie, he works at the radio station with me...his dad owns it." She smiles not so much at me but at that guy.

  "Great. Nora is a model for a magazine." I gloat trying to match her tone. She looks at me with a surprised look and a bit of hatred mixed with jealousy.

  "That just great, look I have to meet Charlie soon so can we hurry this along?" She taps her foot and I'm loosing my temper.

  "Why are you acting bitchy all of a sudden?" My voice is loud and thankfully there aren't any people around.

  "Excuse me? Bitchy? I'm not the one who broke my hea-" She stops and bows her head.

  "Who broke what? Your heart? Well guess what sweetheart, mine broke too!" She starts crying and I feel my eyes getting glossy but I shake it away.

  "What? I gave you everything, all of me! What did you do? You made me think you did the same, but I was proven wrong when you told me yourself."

  "What did I tell you?" I cower at what she might say.

  "You said it wasn't real! You said none of it was real! You said you would call me, come back to me! Where the hell were you?" She sobs but keeps her head lifted.