Decisions (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

HARRY'S POV

Two weeks. It's been 2 weeks since he is gone. Two weeks since every breath I'm taking is hurting me. Two weeks since I've been living through hell.

I don't go to school anymore. I couldn't care less. Drinking is all I do, and all I care about. It's the only way I don't feel anything. I just want to escape this fucked up world, and it's the only thing that helps me.

Not the best thing to do you'd say? Go fuck yourself. You have no idea what I'm going through.

Right now, the only thing I care about is myself. I want to feel good. I need to feel good.

I'm drunk and I feel better, but empty. I have no idea if it's because of his death or if it's the usual emptiness.

I need to get laid. I need to fuck a girl. Nothing feels better than having sex.

I have to go see her. If I can get in her pants, I'm sure the pain will recede for a while. She made me feel good with her clothes on, she'll make me feel fucking good without them.

JAMIE'S POV

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since I've seen Harry. During these two weeks, I've learned how to be myself again.

He stopped stalking me and I feel freer. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I can proudly say that I got over him and that it was only a big mistake.

At the minute he walked into my life, I should've pushed him away instead of waiting for him to leave me.

I feel really good right now, sitting there in my living room writing whatever comes to my mind. It's good to be independant again. I love my life.

I heard someone knocking on the door, it was probably my brother. He said he was going to visit soon. I miss him so much.

When I opened the door, I expected to find my brother jumping in my arms. But that's not what happened.

"Hello Jamie, I missed you" Harry said, coming closer. He smelled alcohol and his eyes were red. What the heck was he doing here after two weeks when he was probably too busy drinking to even send a text?

I didn't want to see him, that's why I closed the door. I don't trust him and he is even worst when he is drunk.

He kept knocking for about 15 minutes. He was annoying and I thought he was never going to stop. I just wanted to keep writing, alone. With all that noise, I couldn't. I hate him so much.

What did he want again? He had to stop and as stubborn as he is, I knew Harry never stops until he gets what he wants. This time was different. No matter what, I was never going to give him what he wants. I was finally trusting myself around him. I was strong now and I knew how to handle him .

"Stop knocking at my door or I'll call the police" I said firmly as I opened the door.

"You wouldn't do that Miss Perfect." he said in that usual arrogant tone. I remembered why I hate him so much.

"Oh believe me, I would. Leave, now." I said with an air of finality.

"I don't want to leave" he said while standing up and getting closer to me.

"Don't touch me Styles." I said, pushing him away.

"I need to touch you" he said while putting both of his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was getting furious.

"I told you not to touch me" I said, pushing him away harder than the first time. He was getting too far now. Way too far.

"I don't care what you told me, I need you. So fucking much" he said, pulling me in his arms. Then , I lost my cool. I was so mad. I've made a promise to myself : I wasn't going to let another guy lay an hand on me without my consent. I wasn't going to break that promise, not again. I slapped him, right in the face.

"You are a jerk Harry. The worst one I've ever met. When you left two weeks ago, I wish you'd never came back. I was stupid for thinking that maybe you could be good for me. I was so wrong." I said, looking right into his eyes. He still hadn't tried to interrupt me. For once, I had the lead. "Leave Harry, and never come back. Keep spending all your days at home, drinking. If that's what you want, it's fine with me. But I don't want to hear from you again. Stop trying to be good for someone when you know that you're going to ruin it sooner or later."

He didn't react. He just stood there, looking straight at me. I felt relieved. I finally told him how I felt and I was proud of myself. But for a second, I felt bad. I swear I saw pain in his eyes. Something was wrong with that guy. Tears were filling his eyes and I knew those tears weren't for me. Harry doesn't care what people think of him. What I said probably hasn't even reached him. Well, that's what I thought...

"What's wrong with you?" I said, anger still filling my voice. He looked straight at me and fell on his knees.

"My father died."

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