Torn (harry styles)

65- Wrong

"You should probably go." Harry's tired voice croaks, wakening me from my temporary day dream about... Him. It's probably been about an hour since we were in the pool and I've actually got quite a decent tan already.

But why does he want me to leave?

"Oh okay, I'll go." I yawn. But suddenly I notice the serious, concerned look dominating his beautiful features.

"Sorry." He licks his lips, "I just don't want you to get the wrong idea."

Wrong idea? What is he talking about?

"What do you mean?"

He frowns harshly and takes off his sunglasses, enabling him to look me dead in the eye.

"I don't want you to think that these past couple of days have changed anything between us. I still don't want to be with you." He sighs.

A sharp, strong burst of pain attacks my whole body and a dull ache eats at my brain.

"Wrong idea? Maybe you should have thought about that before you asked me into bed with you." I speak quietly, taking steady deep breathes in hope I will be able to refrain from crying.

"Skye.." Harry sighs, I turn away from him and cover myself up with my towel and with the other hand I grab my clothes.

"I just.. we're not right for each other. Any one can see that?" He says, accompanied by a small fake laugh. I turn to look at him and see trouble in his eyes.

This isn't right, nothing should be this difficult.

"I get it." I say bluntly. Pulling my shorts up my legs and shirt over my head.

Once dressed, I stand up from the sun bed and looked towards Harry one last time.

"I just always thought you were one of those people who didn't care what others thought." I shake my head and turn around and begin walking away.

"I guess I was wrong." I add, loud enough for him to hear.

I can't believe after everything, he still denies that we should be together.

Okay I know I sound really clingy, weird and desperate but I just can't help but wander why things haven't just fallen into place yet and why Harry is being so stubborn.

I blink back tears, I can't cry over him again. It's turning into a routine and I can't keep getting my heart broken.

I can't.

I really can't.

I don't think I can do this anymore. I don't think I can chase after someone who just doesn't care, or want to care.

If I am ever going to be with Harry, he needs to stop being so pessimistic and pushing me away.

I'm fed up of his verbal abuse and the amount of tears he has caused me, it's ridicules and I don't think it's normal for a girl of my age to have her heart broken repeatedly by the same person.

That's the kind of stuff that happens when you're older. Not 17 for gods sake.

17, and in love. Yeah if that story got out I would be called a drama queen and laughed at.

'Love doesn't exist until you're old enough to be in a functional relationship.' they would say.

They have no idea.

Maybe I'm just in love with the idea of love, the idea that this broken, rowdy boy could soften just for me?

No, it's so much more than just that. it's everything, everything about him.