Resurrection (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

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HARRYS POV:

So there I was. Sitting on my patio between my date, and one of my best friends that I just kissed. In front of my date...

What the hell has my life come too? I am either really desperate or a fucked up romantic, And I am almost positive I am not a fucked up romantic.

After I kissed Marina, I knew it was a impulsive mistake. I even knew that before I saw Becca standing behind us looking at me as if she was going to either murder me, or flood my patio with tears.

Becca's cheeks are pale and her mouth is wide open. She probably thinks I'm "one of those guys" who dates every girl in town and cheats on his girlfriend.. Some shit like that.

Becca swallows, and collects herself. Failing, a tear falls from her eye.

I look over at Marina who is just blankly staring at me. Confusion covers her whole face and the tip of her fingers are touching her lips. She is trying to realize what just happened. To be honest.. So am I.

I don't know weather to apologize to Marina, or to Becca. Both maybe?

I am extremely nervous to hear what both of them have to say to me. I just fucked up a ton, and possibly ruined two relationships at the same time. That has to be some sort of record.

I guess this is what I get. For kissing a friend in front of my date. Right now, I'm feeling and angry and regretful. Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn't be seeing someone else so soon, because I will fuck it up... Which brings me to the fact that I might actually be a fucked up romantic..

Becca's eyes are closed and she takes a breath, collecting her emotions before storming out of the house.

"Becca no, please let me explain!" I yell and quickly burst out of my chair after her. She keeps walking, while wiping away tears.

When the front door slams shut after her, in my face, I know I will never see her again.

"Fuck" I mumble to myself, and hit the door with my fist. How can one person fuck up everything so many times?

I really liked Becca. But when I was with Marina, in that moment, kissing her felt right.. And normal. Even though those two words are far from the actual truth.

I run my fingers through my hair, as I am leaning on my front door, trying to collect my thoughts and calm myself down.

As I walk back out to the patio, Marina stands up and comes face to face with me. I have no idea what to say. What I did was completely wrong, so now I have to deal with the awkwardness.

"Maybe I should go.." Marina says and grabs her bag off the patio chair.

"No!" I yell, a little too loud and put my hands out so she can't pass me. She jumps in shock of my tone and looks down.

"I mean... No.. Please stay and let me explain" I say softer and put my hand on her arm. She looks at my hand and sighs.

Marina sets her bag back on the chair and sits down. After letting go of her,I do the same next to her.

We share a long pause of silence, while listening to the waves crash on the beach shore and the wind blowing through the palm trees before I break the awkward silence to explain, like I said I would.

"So um.." I begin, but don't know what to say next. Marina faces me and her eyes are hypnotizing me once again.

"I'm sorry" Is all I can come to say. She squints her eyes and tilts her head in confusion.