Torn (harry styles)

35- Fresh Air

Skye's P.O.V

I'm so confused; I swear I must spend hours of a day being confused. Whether it's about Harry, Dexter, mum.. Anything really. I always seem to have something unsolved within me and one day it will drive me insane.

Right now, I'm confused about Dexter.

He was so different just now than I've ever seen him. I didn't even know he had that side to him- it was like a whole new person. Definitely not the dexter I love.

But somehow, here I am cuddling him and telling him I love him. Funny how that works. Isn't it?

How someone can be the cause of your pain, fear, mystery an tears yet if they say the right things and push the right buttons they can manipulate you into forgiving them. Or allowing yourself to love them freely again.

In an ideal world, I wouldn't be with Dexter. In an ideal world, Harry wouldn't have refused to kiss me at that party ages ago. We would have just kisses and it would be over. No strings attached. A simple round of a game and nothing more to it.

But when I went up to that bathroom that night and cried my first tears for Harry, I should have known how deep i was digging myself down. And how many more tears he would cause in the future.

Still, it's funny how right now I would feel better if I was with Harry. Even if we were arguing, I would feel happier then than I do right now with Dexter.

I know it's a terrible thought to be thinking, but it's true.

"We have that party not tomorrow but Friday night, right?" I ask Dexter, a shooting pain flying through the pit of my stomach which I ignore.

"Yep, can't wait for it babe." He smiles, I don't see what he's so excited about.

"Do we have to go?" I wonder aloud.

"No honey, if there's something nice you want to do alone with me then sure! we can stay here tomorrow. If not then sorry babe, the party sounds quite fun actually." He ponders.

I evaluate my options, it's either: staying alone with the boy who tried to force me into sex and then threatened me and made me make an enemy of someone, or I could go to the party and be social an have a good time?

"Let's go to the party." I say.

*******

The reminder of my evening with Dexter there was a light grazing of awkwardness in the air, it wasn't that bad though.

He was just back to his normal sweet, charming self. I don't know what came over him, why he acted like that! He may of covered up his actions by telling me everything a girl loves hearing... But I'm not going to forget what happened.

As soon as I get out of that house I feel like I can breath again. And like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest!

I hurried home in the darkness as fast as possible, I just want to get into bed and sleep! It's 11:30pm and I'm so tired.

Mentally and physically exhausted.

Once I got home I called in to see my mum, she gave me a weak smile and hello. That was enough for me.

Finally, after a day that seemed to have lasted an entire lifetime; I went to sleep.

*******

Thursday.

No history today.

Good.

I'm definitely not ready to face Harry just yet. When I do, I know he won't be happy. Hell, he won't ever talk to me again- like I told him to.