Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 47

SOME THINGS CHANGE

Angie

Driving, driving through the neon light city, listening to some songs on my mum's iPod. My eyes are blurry, tears won't stop falling. I'm sobbing, and sobbing. I was completely taken aback of what happened and what Harry said to me. 

Is that how he sees me as? A person who uses another person for fame and money? Is that how he sees me? It's just so hard to believe, those exact words coming out of my boyfriend's smart mouth. And to think it was him who said it right in front of my face. He's obviously getting paranoid because of his past relationship. Well he needs to think that some girls aren't the same. I never thought he'd be the type to hurt me, but he killed me.

I park my mum's car in a parking lot downtown. I get out and walk around and find a bench just close to the parking lot. I walk up to it and sit down and sink in everything that happened. Hugging Tyler, Slapping Tyler, angry Harry, and assuming Harry. This is so much to take in. I look up at the sky, stars scattered everywhere, and I just completely break down. I'm like some kind of retarded chick crying in an empty parking lot, sitting on a bench by myself.

"Well happy fucking fourth of July." I whisper to myself.

"Hey are you okay?" An unknown girl asks,

"Shit," I gasp,

"I didn't mean to go freak you out. I'm so sorry." She apologises,

"Yeah uhm no it's fine. Sorry I swore."

"I'm used to it." She smiles, "Mind if I sit down next to you?"

"Yeah sure go ahead." I scoot for the girl to sit next to me.

"So erm... are you okay?" She kindly askes, I just look at her and more tears stream down my face. "No no no don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry." I giggle,

"No you didn't make me cry. Don't worry about it." I murmurs

"I just wanted to say that the best person to tell your problems to is a stranger. I'm a pretty good listener." She smiles looking at me,

"Ugh. I'm not sure where to start." I sigh,

"Love problems?" She coincidentally asks,

"Yeah, serious ones too."

"I feel you." She replies and we both giggle.

I start telling her about how Harry saw me and Tyler and what he said to me. Of course I didn't mention names and the fame part because I don't want to ruin Harry's image.

"Your boyfriend said that to you?! That you're using him?!" She gasps,

"Hard to believe right?!" I mutter,

"That's uhm... very... nope that's the worst thing a girlfriend would want to hear." She chokes, even she was in shock.

"My boyfriend is just so assuming. He doesn't even want to hear me out or explain why I did that. And I still can't believe he would see me as that type of girl." I huff,

"And to think girls are the assuming ones."

"Exactly," We both giggle. "I don't know what to do."

"What you need to do is to talk to him. Communicate with him. I would say dedicate a night of you two settling shit because that's when you'll get your answers. I know you don't want to even see his face but you need to do this for the both of you. If you're still not ready to talk to him, maybe he'll respect you and give you some time to think. But at the end of the day, you two still need to sort out this." She advises.