To Infinity (A Harry Styles Love Story)

c h a p t e r - 7

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i'm tired of these silly love games

if you want me, just tell me

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CHAPTER 7!

{Harry's P.O.V}

"Bye Brooklyn!" The boys said as she walked towards her car, driving off into the afternoon. I stayed silent and looked down. The lads looked at me, and walked inside, knowing I wouldn't talk to her. I sighed and sat on the porch.

The wind blew, ruffling my hair. I watched as the sun turned a deep red color, settling into the horizon. The wind, turned into a soft breeze and I closed my eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.

It had been 2 weeks since the little restaurant incident, and let's just say it wasn't the easiest. I saw Brooklyn a lot, considering Uncle Si was always setting us up to go somewhere together. But after that, I didn't talk to her. I admit, I'm acting like a straight up jerk doing this, but it's not my fault.

I stand up, trying to push away the guilt bubbling in the pit of my stomach. Everything was so messed up. Throughout these two weeks, it was as if she had gotten, if possible, even more beautiful. But still, in those angelic blue eyes of hers, sadness remained.

But seeing her gave me butterflies, and made me excited. Fuck these feelings. Why did she have to be so pretty? Why did I have to like her? Ugh.

I walked into the kitchen, and saw Niall chowing on some crisps. I sighed and sat on the counter. "Hey bud. How ya doin?" He asks, through a mouthful of food. I chuckle, and close his mouth with my hand.

***********BROOKLYN'S P.O.V**********

I got out of car and sat on the porch. The sun was setting, creating a breathtaking atmosphere. The grass felt cool on my bare feet, and the breeze flew through my hair. I sighed, soaking in this calm, pleasurable moment.

After the little incident, I hadn't talking to Harry, and he hadn't talked to me. Why do I care so much, you ask? Well, because I've figured something out.

I may have a tiny, teensy, SMALL crush on Harry Styles. Is that wrong, considering I have a boyfriend? Or is it okay, considering my boyfriend beats me? I can't help it.

He's perfect. Yet, something about him is so jerky, and cold. But no doubt, something or someone had made him that way. Harry wasn't your regular asshole, no he wasn't. He was more like..... A fallen angel. A dark saint. He was so perfectly broken. And I liked him for that. His personality, the little bit that I had encountered that day before he left me, was amazing. I just wish he didn't hate me.

Wow. The one guy I actually like for once, hates me. He literally told me to stay away. I guess it's for the best though. He'd seen my vulnerable side too often, and that was dangerous. Not to mention, he's a drop dead sexy popstar with millions of girls after him from all around the world. Yeah, like I have a change against THAT.

After that dinner, Blake had beat the crap out of me. If you're thinking about why I just don't break up with him, then the answer is simple ; it's better me then anyone else.

If Blake doesn't beat me, then he would take his anger out on someone else. And God knows that no one else would deal with him. And besides, I've been beaten and bullied all my life, I'm used to it by now. Also, no one cares about me. Who's there to stop Blake? No one.

Obviously I'm sick of him. He's been beating me for precisely a year now. To top it off, he cheats on me. Has sex with other girls. Now, I get that he isn't much of a boyfriend to begin with, but he could at least stay loyal. That explains why he was flirting with that waitress. He probably screwed her.