Revulsion (harry au)

Revulsion

love

ləv/

(n.) an intense feeling of deep affection.

Love is that feeling you get when you see him/her walking towards you. The feeling that makes you feel like there's a billion fireworks going off in your stomach. Love is the sparks you feel when you brush hands while grabbing the notebook that they handed back to you because you dropped it right in front of them. Love is the warmth in your heart that ignites every time you speak to them. Love is the passionate yet cliché kisses in the rain. Love is not being afraid to be yourself around that person. Love is the most beautiful thing known to man. Love is pure. Love is bliss. Love causes you to do make right decisions, and learn from the bad ones.

But along with love, comes hate.

hate

hāt/

(n.) intense or passionate dislike.

Hate is that cold feeling in the pit of your stomach. Hate is the darkness in your soul. Hate is that devil on your shoulder telling you not to pick up the notebook that the person you thought you loved dropped. Pure hate isn't like when you say you hate a kind a food, or jokingly say you hate your friend, or even when you think you hate a celebrity, but deep down inside you know you admire them. Hate is dangerous. You know when somebody hates you. They have this color in their eyes, not the color that's lustful, or angry. It's dark.

I don't know how I did it, or why. I had no intentions to do this to such a beautiful human being. I screw up a lot of things, but I've never screwed up this bad.

I can look in his eyes and see the hate as he looks at me at this very moment. I can feel the tension that is gradually growing between us. There's no changing what's happened, there's no going back.

This is the story of how I got Harry Styles to hate me.