Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

It wasn't right of Sky to kiss me.

But I can't totally blame her.

It felt like it was supposed to, like when you reunite with long lost family member. Only less awkward.

It was so surreal. A moment I could've lived in forever.

Something about the way her strawberry lipgloss still lingered on her lips and I tasted just enough to satisfy me. Her natural long waves felt like silk as I fed my fingers through it. And her crystal blue eyes had me lost and completely hers within seconds.

Her cute little cheeks still revealed a small amount of dampness from her trail of tears.

When she backed away I couldn't tell if she was satisfied or worried.

"I- I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I'll just go" she scooted past me and tried to linger away but as we established before I'm faster and stronger. "Wait. Sky you can't go" her little eyes looked up at me "you don't have a car" I sighed.

She looked disappointed and silently slipped away on to the couch.

Dammit! I ran my fingers through my disgusting hair and cursed myself out. Every time I get the rarest chance I never expect to get I blow it! It never fails!

"Sky"

"What?" she snapped back.

"I'm sorry. I'm just still confused" I confessed.

"About?"

"You. I mean we accidentally run into each of at a bar of all places! Then you kiss me when you already have a boyfriend" I slammed my palm over my mouth at the words that slipped out of my mindless mouth.

"You ass! How'd you know about him! And is it any of your business that I've ACTUALLY moved on and made something of myself?!"

Now she was mirroring me with her hand over her own mouth, but now mine was on the ground.

"WHAT THE HELL! YOU THINK I HAVENT MADE ANYTHING OF MYSELF! I HAVE A FULL TIME JOB AND I HAVE THIS PLACE DONT I? PLUS I'VE MOVED ON! WAYYYY ON"

She was lost.

Her look told me she was frantically searching for the best arrangement of words to tare me down.

Sky's POV

My mind was overwhelmed. Instead of screaming back at Harry or hitting him I asked, "Who are you dating?"

"Her names Presley"

Oh.

Even her name was interesting.

I bet she's all Harry ever wanted. Dreamed about. "Well James is the one. He knows too. I think he's gonna propose soon!" I cheered, killing Harry.

It was a lie I know but I couldn't think straight and a lie was all I could think about.

I realized I'd added so much tension to the room it seemed like even the fan slowed down.

Harry coldly stated at me for an eternity before silently walking away and locking himself in his room. It killed me more than if he would've said something.

So here I am.

Alone.

Lost and deserted in my ex-boyfriends apartment. The first one I loved. And probably still love.

I kissed him.

Then he said he was dating some girl. Named Paisley.

I wonder what she looks like? Acts like? Dresses like?

Is she even real?

But most importantly.

Why would he have told me he loves me?

If she was real why would Harry have been crying and going to a bar. When he was sad he use to always come to me.

The pieces don't fit together.

I found a stray bobby pin in my ratty hair and picked the simple lock to Harrys bedroom. "I wanna see a picture of-"

Harry was passed out on top of his duvet in only his boxers.

Oh.

I started walking backwards so I could leave this torturing sight. But that didn't work as planned. What's new!

A lovely lamp decided to somehow randomly appear behind me and it shattered to the floor. "What the hell? Sky?" a tired and somewhat pissed Harry rubbed his eyes.

Defeated I hid my face in my hands "Dammit! I never can do anything right! How could you have ever loved me?!" I screamed and ran out.

Outside was freezing and unkind to my bare feet and naked legs. I risk-fully stepped on the railing around Harrys apartment and grabbed onto the roof. I silently prayed the skinny railing wouldn't break, the roof shingles wouldn't fall off or I would slip and all those options would lead to a harsh plummeting death for yours truly.

Sky Dumbass Jones everybody!

Harrys door swung open and I was so startled my legs gave out and I fell. "Sky!" Harry screamed.

His strong arm grabbed mine which sent a sharp pain shooting through my arm as it popped out of place. He was now wearing a white shirt but still remained openly in his boxers.

After Harry managed and actually struggled to pull me up I brushed off my clothes and turned from him. "Where are you going?" his tone was calm. "I don't know"

I sat on the first top step and looked at my arm. "Let me see it" Harry requested and I handed him my aching arm. "This is gonna hurt. Prepare yourself."

"Wait Harry no I'm going to-" before I could pull away he snapped my arm and it popped again. I screamed so loud it probably woke the whole block. Tears went streaming down my face. Harrys hand flew over my mouth and he pulled me up and into his apartment.

"Harry!" I cried "what the heck! That hurt like hell!" I wailed. It still throbbed from Harrys sudden urge to be a doctor and I was his so lucky as to be his patient. I think he actually did it right though because it doesn't hurt as bad.

Harry returned with a roll of some kind of wrap and an ice pack. He wrapped the material around my affected area and pinned it before laying the ice pack over my wounded arm.

"Sorry" he felt bad.

He didn't want to hurt me. I can see it in his eyes. It hurts me to see him hurt. I brushed away some of his curls,

"Thank you"

He smiled and kissed my cheek before leaving again.

This is confusing.