Torn (harry styles)

77- Every Word

I gulp a large lump down my throat, my heart swelling up at the mere sight of him. He's wearing his usual black jeans, but this time he's wearing a dark grey button down shirt. It reminds me a little of the shirt he wore to our little date, little did I know what else he did that night and I would rather not think about it right now.

I haven't seen him since I saw him crying when I left him, I feel guilty just seeing him. He looks kinda ill, dark circles rim his eyes and his skin is quite pale and discolored.

I feel so much hate towards him but just from seeing him it's slowly fizzling. I try to look away to avert my attention somewhere else before I completely loose it and forget why I was even mad at him in the first place.

Just the sight of him is really disorientating and I can already feel reason and common sense fading further and further into a meaningless blur. My sanity is slipping through my fingers, just out of reach and I can feel the force of the magnet pulling me towards him.

I resist it as best I can and take a seat next to Niall.

"Hey Skye." He says disinterestedly with a sigh. He sounds pretty bummed.

"Hi Niall, are you alright?" I ask quietly, pulling out my notebooks.

"I kinda assumed you'd be next to Harry seems as he's back?" He says, hurt and a hint of jealousy in his tone. I wish I hadn't of blown Niall of that day, I really need to learn who my real friends are.

"No, not today. Harry and I aren't on the best of terms." I tell him and although his features don't move, I can see a light turn on in his eyes.

"Really? What happened?" He asks, his tone lighter and more enthusiastic now.

"Sophie happened, and I'm an idiot." I sigh, face-palming and mentally cursing myself for the thousandth time this week.

"He fucked her right? Classic Harry." Niall says and I can tell he's trying to hold a straight face.

"Pretty much. I just don't know why I'm so stupid, I should have seen this coming but I somehow convinced myself that he's changed." I shake my head and begin taking notes in my notebook.

"You're not stupid, just kinda naive. Harry is a complex fellow who is unlikely to change his ways. Sorry Skye. I really am." He says in a sympathetic voice, I'm glad I have a friend like Niall to talk this through with.

"He seemed really different though. Some of the things he said to me, it really did seem like he meant them." I shrug and Niall shakes his head.

"He wouldn't of, I'm sorry you had to come to terms with the brutal truth about him... But he just isn't the relationship kinda guy. He's more for... meaningless sex and shit like that. I've always been more the opposite." Niall explains and confusion battles inside me, I'm sure Harry must have meant some of it?

"He could've meant some of it?" I desperately try and salvage any remaining self respect and not cry, I can feel it coming though. I want Niall to just admit that maybe some of the nice things Harry said he actually meant.

"I highly doubt it." Niall refuses.

So all that stuff about his life being meaningless without me, how no one cared about him and how I was the only good thing going for him, was all just a lie? He doesn't love me? He doesn't think I'm beautiful?

"So you're saying, every kind thing he's ever said to me, every compliment, everything.. was all just a lie? He didn't mean any of it?" I ask shyly, blinking back tears that threaten to spill.

Niall nods and shrugs.

"Actually," A deep husky voice speaks from behind me and I snap my head around to see Harry standing there, frowning into my eyes. His intense green orbs penetrating my soul.