Torn (harry styles)

76- New Job

Skye's P.O.V

One whole week.

One whole week since I walked out of Harry's house that night, a week has gone with not a single word or even a glance exchanged between me and Harry. In fact, I haven't even seen him. I took the day off on Tuesday; the day after the night I went to Harry's.

I can't even begin to explain the level of wrenching heart ache I was feeling. It was so excruciating that I literally spent most of the day curled up in a ball crying until my eyes were dry.

I've cried every night. I know it's pathetic and weak. I'm seventeen for god sake. I'm still so young, I shouldn't already have my heart broken.

Day seven now. The pain still hasn't ended. Harry hasn't been in college all week, I'm dying to see his face. His beautiful angelic features. His face looks like it was carefully sculpted by gods. I feel like I haven't seen it in months when in reality it hasn't actually been that long.

Every second I spend mourning over my loss of Harry, the more pain I'm in.

It's Monday night, 11pm. It was around this time last week that I mindlessly went upstairs, blissfully unaware of the event which I had yet to find took place and sabotaged everything that me and Harry had been building up to for all these months.

All the smiles, all the tears, all the laughter and silliness. All the pain and heartbreak. All for nothing. I went out on to that battlefield without even a shield to protect myself.

I should have known better than to let myself fall in love with someone who has questionable reliability and a reputation for being a player and an asshole. Someone that I only know of because he refused to kiss me. Someone who repeatedly hurt me again and again; yet with a single small I forgave him.

Someone like Harry.

How can someone so deadly, be so perfect and exactly what I need?

Yes, he hurt me. But at times I felt so alive, so ignited with this overwhelming feeling of love. He made me feel like someone else, and I liked that.

I've actually been sitting alone at college too at recess. Niall has called me over to sit with him and so has Evie, Briah and Perrie. I just can't be around these people. I feel like everyone around me reminds me of Harry, or somehow links back to him.

I need to get away from it all, I need to breath.

On day three I even stopped by the local department store and got myself a job as cashier. It's not very fun but it's pretty simple and the pay is okay. I think It's about time I start making some of my own money, I turn 18 soon.

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"Any last questions or are we good to go?" My boss, Mr. Parsons asks me as I stare down at the cash register.

"Nope, all good." I smile at him. It's pretty straight forward, but at the same time confusing. This job certainly isn't perfect seems as I would much prefer working in the medical field. But I need money, and I need to take my mind of Harry. So this is the best I can do at this point.

"Remember, customers come first. If you have any further queries... You know where my office is." He nods briefly before walking briskly away. He's a small man, about 5ft 8. He has dirty blonde hair which he wears gelled back. He looks about in his late twenties.

My uniform is uncomfortable but it's not as bad as I expected, I have to wear a tight long navy blue tube skirt with a white blouse with the store logo on it and my name tag. I'm also wearing black heels.

I look and feel older and more mature, this isn't exactly following my dreams but I needed a change. I needed to stop moping around my house crying about Harry, if I want to get over him- I need to start a life.