All That Matters

Chapter 50

Harry's pov:

Why wouldn't she just let me explain instead of running off like that?

I watch as she runs down the driveway and pulls out her phone, no doubt calling Louis to come and rescue her once more.

My heart sinks at the thought.

I screwed up again and she goes right back to Louis who will be there for her and take care of her like I never could. Maybe she deserves someone like him.

Or maybe she doesn't.

Call me selfish for saying this but I need her in my life. I don't know if she needs me and frankly, I know she can do much better than a hopeless jerk like me; but she's brought me to realize so many amazing things and I've... changed because of her.

I sound so idiotic even saying this to myself but it's true.

And now she probably won't ever trust me again. If she wouldn't have overreacted and ran off I could have told her. It's not like she would have actually trusted me, however.

My mind flips back to last night and the memory aggravates me.

I walk into Theo's house and call out for him. He replies in the other room and I find him as well as every other hoe in this whole area in his large den, a few recognizable guys as well.

"What's up?" he asks.

"Well I was going to ask you a question but seeing as you have every slut here falling all over you I think you've got your hands full." I say with a sarcastic smile before turning to walk out the way I cane, only to practically run into my worst nightmare.

Thea Clare.

She smiles her annoying thirsty smirk and speaks slowly.

"Hey, Harry." She muses. "Didn't think you'd be here."

"Well I was just leaving." I try and push past her but she pulls me back.

"Why? You just got here. Have some fun." she winks.

I roll my eyes and she huffs. "That girlfriend of yours has made you boring." she folds her thin arms as I groan.

"She has nothing to do with it." I snap.

"Then prove that you're not so whipped that you can't just have a drink with some friends." her challenge leads to me downing 5 bottles of something I can't quite come to read. I can't read anything at this point because everything is doubled. I slightly remember finally making my way to the door and she followed me out and muttered some things before kissing me.

I immediately left. Any trace of drunk Harry was wiped off and replaced with anger. I don't know why it came on so strong. Why did she think she could do that? Well I guess I was stupid enough to hang with her and her band of sluts but I would never cheat on Darsey.

I cringe at the memory and the only evidence that I'm conscious is the shattering sound of the vase that once sat next to me on a table.

Darsey's pov:

"How many times is he going to screw up before he gets it right?" I heave, tears stinging my eyes as I lay on the couch, my head on Louis' lap as he does his best to comfort me.

"Maybe he should just stop." I hear him mutter.

"Stop what?" I sit up and look at him, sniffing softly.

"Stop trying." the sympathy has left his loving blue eyes and been replaced with agitation.

"What? Why?"

"Because he's a screw up. He can't get anything right," he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Louis," I start but he cuts me off.

"Don't. I can't sit here and watch you cry over an undeserving douche, knowing that you're nïeve enough to think you love him."

(Sorry guys it was my birthday and I've been out of town and really busy with my sports and school work! Please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment, vote, and message me!! I LLOOVVEE hearing from you and neeeeed your input! Thanks lovelies have a beautiful day❤️)

-H