CHAPTER 42
HARRY'S POV
I spent two weeks without her, I wasted two weeks to realize how much of an asshole I was.
Day one was the worst. I kept getting text messages from her and phone calls. I was struggling, stopping myself from answering her and it was so tormenting. But I managed to stay strong and not reply to her. Later that night, I drank my arse off then I got laid with some chick.
Day two was when I fucked another girl whom I have never met in my life. I got more text messages from Mercy, but I was too drunk to care.
Day three was when I noticed she hasn't been in campus for a couple of days. I felt so worried but I managed not to call her to check on her.
Day four, Taylor showed up at Louis' and my apartment to blow me but I rejected her. I wasn't in the mood, I was miserable without Mercy. I had never imagined that I could miss her that much.
Day five, I didn't go to class. I stayed home with Taylor getting high as we made fun of Mercy. I didn't mean any of the shit I called her, but I guess I was trying to make myself believe those lies. I was trying to make myself forget her, 'un-love' her. It was when I realized how weak I had become because of her, and I hated it. I hated it so much that I was determined to make her feel weak as well, I was determined to hurt her in the worst ways possible. I was mad at her, and at myself for being so in love, thus so weak. She made me feel weak to the knees and I was so fucking pissed at her for making me feel that way, it fuled my anger and my grudge toward her.
Day six was when I did what I had planned. I hurt her the way I wanted to. I got my pay-back as I smiled at her while having Taylor in my arms. She left immediately, her eyes teary. I thought I was going to be satisfied, but all I felt was regret and anger toward myself.
Day seven was when I decided to get over her and leave her life for good. I decided to act as if I never met her, as if I never fell in love with her, as if she never existedn
Day eight, I made another decision. I fucked every single way that I lied my eyes on. It was a desperate attempt to try to forget her, but it didn't work. Each time I had intercourse with a girl, the feeling of regret grew even more inside me. I felt as if I were cheating on her, although we ad broken up for a week.
Day nine was when she stopped texting me. Yeah, I kept ignoring her messages but it was assuring me somehow that she didn't give up. And instead of forgiving her, I decided to hurt even more. Then I regretted it even more. I felt worried when she didn't try to contact me, but then I thought that maybe she was busy.
Day ten was when I snogged a girl in front of her on purpose to get a reaction from her. I did it for two reasons, actually. One, I was somewhat punishing her for that she didn't text me on day nine. Two, it was because I wanted something to assure me that she didn't give up. I needed a reaction from her. But I was disappointed as she didn't show any signs of jealousy or hurt. It was unexpected and it grew my worry even more.
On day eleven, I decided to attend a party and snog a few girls, to try to forget about Mercy. However, something distracted me. She arrived, with Zach. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was wearing a black, tight and lace dress that was admiring her curves. Her cleavage was easily seen, and her curves were quite seducing. Every single guy had lied his eyes on her and I knew what they were all thinking about. I gave death glares to most of them, warning them silently not to make a move on her. My eyes were on her the entire night, garding her, making sure she was safe, and admiring her beauty.
She joined my drunk friends as they played Truth Or Dare. I was shocked because she's always thought it's a stupid game.
I was afraid of what they might force her to do so I joined them as well. She looked better than before, as if she were doing just fine without me.
We kept playing this stupid game until she was dared to make out with Zach, and she did.
My blood began to boil inside my veins, I couldn't control my anger. I had a mixture of emotions of anger, jealousy and pain. I hated the fact that he placed his lips on her. Hell; I even hated the fact that his eyes were on her all night long.
I got up and pulled him off of her, exchanging punches with him until people broke us off, and she left with him leaving me on my own to deal with my sorrow, with no one there for me to ease my pain. It all made me see how much I fucked up. She didn't cheat; she was just doing it to save my arse. I was slowly losing her, she gave up on me and I didn't blame her. It was all my fault, I took advantage of her warm heart. I needed to find a way to win her back, before it's too late.
Day twelve, I saw her in all classes, I did nothing but concentrate on her, I kept my eyes on her, scolding myself for ruining my chances to be with her, staring at that precious lady that I had lost.
Day thirteen, I couldn't stand not talking to her. I needed to talk to her, I needed her. But, she continued to ignore me, seeming uninterested in me, making me taste the pain that I had caused.
Day fourteen, I decided to try something cliché that most boyfriends do. I sent her roses, it was something I've never done before.
I woke up today feeling determined to win her back again, to make it up for her and show her how much I love her.
I sent her another bouquet of roses, yet she hasn't called me.
Fortunately, I met her as she was about to walk inside the classroom. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't let me so I stood in front of her, blocking her, stopping her from walking away from me.
"Will you marry me?" I said, with a surprised expression on my face as I realized what I had said. The words that fell from my mind were astonishing, however I meant them. I know it's only been 4 months since I met her, but I felt as if I knew her for years. I've never been this in love, I didn't care if it was too early, I was certain that she is the one, my soulmate.
I wanted to be with her forever, I needed her to be mine for good even if I had to force her to marry me.
"Will you marry me?" I asked again, not caring that I didn't have a ring.
She looked at me and then her lips opened slightly and she...
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