~ Chapter Twenty-Four ~
••Harry••
"Harry, I know I stormed off earlier, well later- because it was dark- but that isn't the point, but I need you to know that I only want you. I only ever wanted you. Luke just got in the way and fucked up all our lives- not just mine. He's a dick for doing what he did, but that doesn't mean he isn't hurt too. I treated him like absolute crap earlier and I feel horrible, however apologising seems a bit two faced, so I'm not about to. But don't hate him completely- you have every right to be mad and want to kill him, just don't okay? Not when I need you to understand how I feel. I need time away from you today, maybe two, just to talk to Jess and Ash and get my head round things. Somehow I have to figure this out. I love you, with everything that I am, and I'm not going to let one stupid mistake ruin the fairytale ending. I'll see you soon, I'm sorry I couldn't say this to your face but I left. Not the country or the town, just the location. I'm at Jess and Jade's house. Have fun- if you can? Don't hate Luke.
Her words were poison yet at the same time they were stupidly beautiful. The thought, care and love laced between the lines made me tingle slightly. Just thinking that despite the rough 24 hours, she's held onto her love of writing and magical touch her words have on those who read them, she's reminded herself that we have the memories of the past three weeks to look back on and although her walls are slowly closing in on her, she's managed to pull herself out the rubble- without my help. Megan's always been a strong character, certainly before we met and of course before I knew of her I'm sure, but since we've become infatuated with one another, she's changed. Presumably for the better. No matter how hard she tries, inside she's still that broken 14 year old who lost her family younger than anyone should have too, a damaged teenager with more relationship 'problems' than a fully grown adult could handle. It's fair to say she's been touched by the gods. However I couldn't help but feel angry. Angry that she thought it would be easy for me to not hate Luke, to feel sorry for him and help him, to see his point of view and still look out for him. How could she expect so much? How can I, the idiot who messed up her life as much as anyone (despite the urge to save her), possibly even think about not hating a dick head who almost broke the last thing I had left. The last humble, sane, mortal thing I loved. How?
"Harry? The boys are waiting," I looked up from the letter placed neatly on the fridge, smiling slightly at my mother. "You should probably go, honey." I nodded.
"Thanks, um, for letting us all stay here, Mum. It means a lot. I don't think any of us could stay in Ash's house any longer- despite it only being down the road." Mum giggled slightly before silence engulfed the room, indicating my leave. I walked past the short woman I owed my life to, opening the door and stepping out. Before I closed the door Mum called after me, jogging to my spot just outside.
"She's only a couple blocks down, H, it's not like she's left the country. Don't be too disheartened. She's had a tough week." I could see the hope in her eyes as I nodded once again and left for our favourite 'hill'. The tallest mountain this country had to offer. But somehow still not big enough for all our problems; scary that.
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"I don't know how to react to that. It's not like I've never fallen in love before. You know that, Niall." I shock my head as tears threatened to fall. Saying something like that when I'm as fragile as I am. Stupid boy. "I know how I handle myself."
"For gods sake Harry, he's trying to help." Luke's words shot daggers at my heart, just remembering what Megan had clearly stated in her letter. I bite back a sarcastic remark, imagining what she'd say if she found out I'd retaliated in such a way.
"Mate, it's important you understand why we're asking you to... Spill the beans, as it were." Niall was still so companionate despite my idiotic behaviour, and still to this day it shocks me.
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Broken Youth
Fiksi PenggemarPeople say; without fate there wouldn't be half the love in the world as there is. She fell for the one fate chose. Or was it a prophecy, written for only one of the many humans he had laid eyes on? • BOOK 1 • | HARRY STYLES AU |