The Trust Bar (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (on hold)

Should've Said No

   You know what hurts the most? Watching your best friend suffer and knowing there's nothing you can do but just be there. You can't stop the hurt, or stop the person that's hurting her, or basically do anything. It kills you inside. I'm going through that right now and I just need a heck a lot of prayers for me and her. So please bw your heads and get on your knees as you read this. It's terrible. I want to cry for her, mourn along with her, and I do. But really, besides that, there's nothing I can do to stop this. This hurt this pain. I feel so bad, I try my best to help, I hope you will, anyway here's chapter three. I hope it's as strong as the pain I feel right now. So go ahead and read along with the rest of us.

 Harry's P.O.V

  I watched her, watching the world outside the glass window. She didn't look at me. Or talk to me. She just watched the world, not me. I glanced at her often. Trying to figure her out, trying to figure out what happened that was so bad that she can't even trust her room mate. She showed no signs. Nothing. Curses. Right now, I just needed to keep quiet. Just keep  my big mouth shut. Yes, even I know I have a big mouth. Right now, it's not exactly helping me. She probably hates me for bugging her so much about whatever happened. But I want to know. Something inside of me told me I needed to protect Taylor. And I'm going to try and find out what happened in order to protect her.

   I looked at Taylor once again and saw a tear roll down her face. I reached over and grabbed her hand. She immediatly jerked it away and set it in her lap. I sighed and focused on the road. I wish I could find someway to get her too trust me. I cut the engine, took the key out, and put it in my pocket.

"We're here." She got out of the car before I could finish my sentence. I watched her run up to the door and knock. She froze when Niall opened the door. Of course Niall, being the one he is, smiled and started making conversation. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. I walked up to the door, it took a minute for Niall to realize I was there.

"Niall, we can make introductions later, where's Liam and Danielle?"

"They're in the guest room-"

"Taylor let's go to the guest room." I lead her into the living room where Zayn was sitting. He looked back and forth between me and Taylor. I mouthed 'later' to him and he nodded.

   I soon found myself in front of Liam and Danielle watching a movie. Let's not REALLY explain what was going on.

"Taylor? Are you OK?" Danielle asked her after I snapped my fingers to get their attention. Taylor shook her head and ran into Danielle's arms. I could hear her crying and thne felt guilty, knowing it was basically my fault. Liam was beside Danielle, with his hand on Taylor's back. We met eyes and he got up.

"What did you do?"

"I'm an ass. I pushed her into talking about what happened-"

"Harry. I told you she'd tell you when the time is right. She has" He looked back over at Danielle and Taylor. Taylor seemed to be expaining what happened. Liam pulled me closer to the door so they couldn't hear us. "She has trust issues. She's not going to tell you why. And if you push her. She's never going to trust you. Right now, just work your way into her life. It takes time."

"Well why can't you just tell me?"

"Because, I wasn't there. I didn't go through all of that. I think you should go." I knew I needed to go so I just nodded and walked away. I stood there long enough to see Liam close the door in my face.

Taylor's P.O.V

"It reminded me of that night," I admitted to Danielle and Liam.

"Which night?" Liam asked me.