He's Mine

Chapter 14

Harry

I put the car in park, turning it off. I sit there still trying to process the what fuck just happened. What is Louis fucking thinking. That I'm just something he can pick up when he wants? Most importantly who the hell is Alex. In all honesty, I can't do anything because we're technically not together. I have no say in what Louis does with another person, but then again, it angers me that someone out there is more important to him than me. He's not even mine. But do i oh so badly want him to be mine. Not anyone else's. I want him for myself. I shake my mind of these thoughts, being possessive of someone isn't me, even if they mean as much to me as Louis does.

Sighing, I open the car door after my moment to myself, grabbing my bags and slamming the door shut. No way in hell am I keeping what I bought. As soon as I'm in the house I make a B line to Louis' room slamming that door shut as well and shoving the red and black bags into my suitcase. I hear another door open to probably see who was making the noise, I take a quick step to lock the door concealing me from the other two boys in the house. Im not one to let my feeling over come me but hearing Louis and Niall's conversation. It makes it hard to keep in. I turn my back to the door, letting gravity take over my body, lowering myself to the ground softly enough not to cause any alarm to liam and niall.

I sit there as my emotions take over, tears rolling down my face faster than i can wipe them away. I hear my phone start to ring, I shove my hand into my pocket to receive it, only for it not to be where I hoped it was. Feeling it not there, panic sets in for me to start looking for it immediately. I make sure to double check all of my pockets, I stand up quicker than I'd expected, getting slightly light headed, I shake it off and notice right away my phone is in the center of Louis' bed. It must've fallen out when I left earlier. I grab it off the bed clicking the home button only for it to light up with an extremely weird text. I unlock it, going to the recent messages. The name at the top is one I'd hope to never see again.

Kyle.

I scroll up seeing he had texted me when I was gone. Louis must've found my phone. Louis. Oh fuck. Louis read and responded. Oh hell this isn't gonna be good. I direct my attention to the screen, forcing myself to read the messages over and over trying to figure out why kyle, would send any of it. None of this is true.

*FLASHBACK*

*hey curly*
*I was hoping to see you again this weekend, since you're near me we could get together.*
*have a little fun like we did*

*Who The fuck is this*

*h baby it's kyle*

*Who The fuck are you to call harry that*

*I take it this isnt harry*

*no, it's his phone but not him speaking*

* then mind telling me Who is speaking*

*louis, harry isn't gonna be responding to you at all so have a nice life.*

*I doubt that, he's very responsive*
*He's gonna meet with me tonight, we talked about it but never actually had the time for it again*

*I think the fuck not*

*Oh sweetie. Do you even know the curly headed boy at all. He's mine and always will be*

*fuck off and never text this number again *

*that's for baby h to decide*

*END FLASHBACK*

And it ended there. That asshole texted me like I was still his, like I was ever his in the first place. All he did was use me and use me but I never learned until everything got extremely out of control. My mind in shock, my body not knowing how to comprehend any of this. Pushing all my weight back and closing my eyes, I land onto the bed, arms spread and feet hovering slightly above the ground. I don't know how I can even explain this situation to Louis. I could barely tell Liam at first. I was planning on liam and I taking this problem to our graves and not speaking another word of it. Now it was going to become tonight's main event. 

Will he come back? Is he even going to listen to me or hear me out?

I really need to stop asking myself questions that I can't even answer. I sit up, rubbing my hand over my eyes and through my hair, pushing it out from my face. I pick my phone up from its place on the ground, surprisingly not cracked beyond usage, I power it down not wanting to deal with the problem at hand. Even though I should. It can wait. I slide off my boots and my clothes, changing into grey sweats. I unlock the door, opening it slowly and as quietly as I could. Once it's open all the way I hear muffled talking from Niall's room, the voices belonging to liam and Niall. I tiptoe my way up the door pressing My ear against it attempting to listen.

"We can't just let them do this" Niall said slightly angered

"Ni we can't force them to do what they should. They aren't dolls" liam said calmly.

"That would be much easier. Shove them onto one and other and have them kiss and make up. But no Louis had to go and be stupid over something he doesn't know to be true" niall said, I imagine he's rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air and liam sitting rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Liam questioned.

"LOUIS WAS PISSED ABOUT HARRY GETTING A TEXT FROM SOME GUY" Niall yelled and was immediately shush by liam.

"What guy?" Liam asked

"Ken? Kenneth? No. Uh, kyler?" Niall asked himself the last name getting Liam's mind going.

"Kyle." Liam said and niall snapped his fingers

"Kyle, yeah that's it" niall said.

"son of ...." was all I could hear since it came as a whisper.

"What?" Niall asked

"Long story. I can't tell you but Harry can its his story but he probably won't..." Liam said and as he spoke the last word as both started moving towards the door. I ran down the hallway to the kitchen as fast as my long was legs could go. Grabbing a banana, sitting at the breakfast bar, I heard liam and niall walk in.

"H. We gotta talk" liam said knowing what he was referring to but noticing the slight terror on my face as I knew I had to tell niall everything so he could understand

"Okay." I said as they both sat down, as I prepared myself to tell the story I was hoping to never tell again.

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Wowie. I finished that shit. This is my last week of the semester. So maybe I'll update more over Christmas break.

Also I really enjoyed this chapter. Writing it and reading it, rewriting and rereading. I hope you do as much I did.

Merry Christmas 🎄

all the love, xx.

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