Torn (harry styles)

47- The Question Game

"How do you know Dexter?" I start, anxious for the answer, stunned that we are actually playing this game, scared of what he might ask me in questions to come, and worried about what I might find out from the questions I might ask him.

"I've known him since I can remember and we have never gotten along." Harry frowns, and suddenly the memories from the hospital flood my mind. When dexter said something about a bin?

"Why? What happened?" I ask rapidly.

"It's my turn to ask you." He says blankly.

"Why did you take Dexter back? You know, after he cheated on you for the first time." Harry asks.

My heart pounds, part of the reason I can say but I can't tell him that part of the reason I agreed to dexter is because Harry hadn't been nice to me that day at all, Harry made me feel so unwanted that it felt good to have someone pretend to want me.

"Um.. I guess he just knew how to say all the right things at the right time, and eventually manipulated me into believing everything he said." I admit Half of it.

He gives me a thoughtful look. A look that makes me feel like he doesn't even need to say anything, to give me any verbal feedback.

"My turn." I say. "Why didn't you and Dexter get along?"

"It's a long story." Harry sighs. I raise my eyebrow at him.

"I asked you the question, now answer it." I sass, feeling a little more confident with Harry than usual.

"Okay okay, Him and his little sports clan used to gang up on me and put me in bins and shit until I got old and angry enough to defend myself. They would take the piss, make fun of my family, take my stuff and tangle it in my face. The usual shit. But then one day in 6th grade they took it too far, they said some personal shit which I had no idea how they knew and I flipped out. Knocked them both unconscious and got expelled."

I stare at him in shock, I hate Dexter more and more each day, and this is really making me hate him double that amount.

"And then I went to secondary with him. The bullying continued, they would still try and bring my family into shit and take the piss out of me in every way possible. by now I knew how to defend myself, I would just attack them and stuff until I got expelled again in grade 10. I met my current friends in grade 11 and have been in the same group since then." He explains, "you know, Niall, Louis, Zayn, Liam and people."

I shake my head in disbelief.

"Oh my god! Harry I had no idea dexter was like that at all. He always seemed to sweet. Now I know it was all an act... I'm so sorry." I babble.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I don't know." I shrug, but I am sorry. I'm sorry that he had to go through that. I'm sorry that he had such a fucked up past, I'm sorry that I made him tell me, I'm sorry that my ex boyfriend made his life a living hell. I'm sorry that I can't make him happy.

"My question." Harry says.

He pulls a thinking face and I stifle a laugh.

"How do you feel about sitting with that gang of girls, I know you mentioned before that it wasn't really your scene."

His question takes me by surprise. I know I said that to him, but how can he remember things like that?

"I guess I feel left out, they're all girly and popular and pretty... I'm just different to them and I don't fit in. They go to parties and do stuff with boys, and well the only boys I've done anything with is Dexter, and I kissed this boy in grade 11 but it was just a kiss with my boyfriend at the time."