Polar Opposites

Chapter 29

"So that's it? You don't have anything to say?" My makeup slides down my face, my hair is a mess, and my sobs don't stop. I don't understand why I ask, as I'm only upsetting myself further.

But I cant let him go, I physically cant let him walk through my bedroom door.

Because I know he'll be gone. My brother, Louis, everybody would be right.

"I don't know what you want me to say." He stands as he slides into his jeans, turned away from me as he buckles them. His voice is flat, emotion hidden from his words.

"You truthfully can't say you feel anything toward me? I'm nothing more than a tutor?" I was hot and sweaty, but now I'm cold, shivering, frozen as I continue to sob though my questions. I imagine how pathetic I look, resembling a movie of a girl begging her love to stay.

I've  now become that girl

"I don't know what you fucking want from me Nicole. I told you from the very fucking beginning what this was.." He stays facing the opposite direction, his attitude present and his words stern.

I continue to search for the glimpse of kindness, the possibility of him being the guy I hoped he was just 10 minutes ago.

He never shows.

"Can you truthfully tell me right now that you only cared for sex? That these past months haven't meant anything to you? That I haven't meant anything to you?" He stands facing me with his hands fiddling with his shirt, his eyes avoiding me as he stares at the black material.

"You were a good fuck Nicole, that's all. I got what I wanted." His voice is low; his eyes are cold. But his words come as a croak, but he ends them with harsh pronunciation, and with little to no sympathy as I sit in my bed naked, shredding to pieces with each word he says.

"You don't mean that." My comforter is up to my neck, and my chest is soaked with tears. I feel close to throwing up, begging this is a nightmare.

My heart throbs with pain, and I cant help but gag on my words as they become suffocating.

"Keep telling yourself that." Before I can say anymore, he grabs his bag from the floor, his phone from my speaker, bringing vibrating silence to the room as he slams my door, leaving me numb.

I try calling out his name, but with the lingering sounds of his footsteps, I know he's gone.

Louis' POV----

"The hell was that?" Miss. Horan looks up from her book, and I couldn't help but jump from the slamming of a door.

Niall meets my eyes, and we almost speak through glares.

No idea

Harry comes running down the stairs, struggling to throw his shirt on over his head. His boots click against the wooden steps, and his breathing is labored.

He looks our ways, obvious that we want an explanation. His eyes are bloodshot, his face is pale.

"I have to go. I'm sorry but...she probably needs you guys." Before any of us can speak, he steps out the front door, leaving behind lingering sounds of Nic sobbing and his car engine leaving.

"Oh my God." Is all I can make, before I'm on my feet, racing up the steps 2 at a time.

My mind is racing, and my surroundings are still, in attempt to prepare myself to see and talk to her after so much time.

I swing her bedroom door to find her against her wall, gripping on to her blood stained comforter, hyperventilating as she leans against the wall on her bed.

Her breathing is inadequate, and her pain is unfortunately visible.

I stand there completely heartbroken, hearing the sounds of foot steps coming up the stairs.

I want to speak, I want to go to her, but I'm in pain for her.

I've been friends with Nicole for years.

I was there when her mother tried to kick her out.

I was there when she broke her wrist.

I was there each time her father disappointed her.

But this, no this is different. Her pain is not physical, it doesn't include fear or disappointment.

Her pain is incredible obvious, as she can hardly breathe, as she continues to clench her chest, and cant even notice me standing there as her sobs are unbearable. It's almost as if she chokes on her cries, leaving her gasping for air in between.

"How could he.." I know by the bloody sheets, her being naked, and Harry's quick escape, she finally gave herself to him.

It pains me to hear her shove my judgment in my own face, as my anger was something she remembered through these months.

I regret those words.

If I could have anything, it would be for me to be wrong, for her to have been able to prove me wrong

I don't question anything when I walk over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed opposite to her blood stain. She doesn't hesitate to rest her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me and letting me comfort her, hold her.

Her brother and mother arrive in the doorway, obviously mortified and confused by the scene.

I cover her barren body with her blanket. Her cold skin sending chills down my spine.

Niall looks my way, completely dumfounded and shocked at the vulnerability and devastation of his sister.

"What the hell happened!" Miss. Horan shouts, making her way over to her daughter. She attempts to touch her, but I stop her.

"No, She just got her heart broken, not now."

Comment your guys' favorite part, as well as favorite character. Mine is probably Louis, and favorite part is probably ice skating, but there is so many! What song would you guys say describes Nicole and Harry's relationship? I'm going to probably start putting songs I put with each chapter. What do you think? Love you guys, thanks for being awesome! Xoxo