Harry Styles
It had been two weeks since I'd been home. Two weeks without talking to Annabel. Two weeks without work. Things on Twitter had began to die down somewhat, but everyone demanded answers. I didn't blame them.
If I had them myself, I would be the first to tell. But that's the thing; I didn't.
Lyla was still pissed and not ready to talk, but it had to be done. We had to figure out what was going on. I told her it was time, and she reluctantly agreed.
I was sitting in my parked car outside of the town park waiting for Lyla. I felt calm, yet my hands were shaky and clammy.
Why was I so nervous?
I had thought through some things, and Lyla and I were definitely not an option.
Over the past two weeks I rethought our relationship; and what I found wasn't exactly a deal breaker.
Lyla was amazing. She really, truly was. She was obviously beautiful; beyond that even. She was sweet and caring and all around a very intelligent girl.
You could get lost in her looks with her long, toned legs and naturally tanned skin. Her long, blonde locks bouncing with each step she took.
But when I got thinking; what actually caused me to fall for Lyla in the first place? Was it just her beauty?
No relationship should be based on looks.
I then thought back on our dates and the times we were together in general. I thought of how when she looked into my eyes, I felt absolutely nothing. They stared lifeless into mine. I thought of how when she touched me, I felt no excitement. No electricity. No spark. Nothing.
And that was definitely not good.
Then my mind wondered to Annabel. How full of life she was all the time, even after everything she had been through. I thought of her effortless beauty. I thought of how excited she'd get over the little things such as her favorite TV series returning or getting the new Nicholas Sparks book. I thought of her laugh and how contagious it was.
I thought of how I felt around her. How my day managed to get a little brighter just receiving a simple glance from her. When she'd smile at me and my heart would flutter a little. I thought of all of our wonderful our times we spent together.
You see, it took me until just now to realize this. After all this time, I just now realized all of the signs were right in front of my face, practically slapping me. How? How did this even happen?
Was I really that blinded by Lyla? Had I really been so brainwashed over a girl, who now that I think about, isn't even that important to me?
I felt like honestly the biggest jerk on the entire planet. And ignoring Annabel had made me feel like an even bigger one. I'm not even sure why I'm so scared to talk to her. Maybe because of what she'd say.
Maybe I'm just afriad she'll rethink everything and change her mind.
Let's just say; I definitely deserved each and every one of the dirty looks I had received from her when passing her in the halls. I deserved 100 times worse than that, actually.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't even heard Lyla tapping on my window or the text I received from her moments before.
I unlocked the door and she slid in next to me, feeling the breeze behind her. We were quiet for a moment as we just sat there, looking out the window.
"This is over, isn't it? Us?" Lyla spoke first, barely audible. Her blue eyes met mine and they were full of hurt and sadness. I felt guilty, but I didn't regret my decision.
