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Chapter 16

-Grace-

Oh my God. What is happening? This can't be real. No, I have to be dreaming.

My boyfriend just cheated on me.

The only man I ever loved cheated on me.

My face was soaking wet with tears. I shakily drove back to my dorm. At this point, I honestly didn't care if Harry was drunk. He could go sleep with every girl in California for all I care. Okay that's a lie. I do care. So much. That's why I am currently bawling my eyes out.

Have you ever cared about someone so much, like so so much? And then they just rip out your heart and stomp on it until there's nothing left but an empty hole? Well Harry Styles did that to me.

I pulled open the door to my room and flung myself onto my bed.

"What happened?" Stacy worriedly rushed over and knelt beside my bed.

"I... he...at the.... bar," I choked through sobs.

Eventually I stopped sobbing long enough to get out the full story

"Aw Grace," she wrapped me up in a warm hug, "I'm so so sorry."

"It's...its... I don't even know why he would even go out and get drunk," I sighed, "We didn't really have a huge fight. He just got mad that I was studying with Louis."

"This makes no sense," she agreed, "I pinned Harry for a sweet guy. But a sweet guy, drunk or not, would never kiss another girl."

I nodded as another tear streamed down my face.

-Harry-

Bright sunlight streamed through the window. My head was throbbing and I had a massive hangover.

I rolled over to check the time. 9:00 A.M. It's too early to function. I crawled out of bed and walked to the kitchen.

"Good morning sunshine," Niall grinned while flipping pancakes on the griddle.

"I feel like death," I took an Advil and sat on the counter.

"You look like it too," he winked and handed me a plate of pancakes.

Last night was a complete blur. I remember stopping by the library and seeing Grace studying with fucking Louis. Then I remember getting pissed off and going to the bar. That's all I can remember.

I finished eating and went to get dressed. Unfortunately I had classes to get to.

I drove to campus and slowly stepped out of my car. I trudged through the unusually crowded sidewalks. I immediately perked up when I saw Grace. I feel sorta bad for punching Louis, but he kinda deserved it.

"Grace!" I called out.

She kept walking. Maybe she didn't hear me.

"Grace!" I walked closer.

She didn't even turn around. I took a step in front of her. She scowled at me and kept walking. Why was she so mad about the Louis thing? We've never fought before, so this is kind of weird. I'll send her a text to apologize.

I pulled out my phone and said I was super sorry and that I loved her. Hopefully that'll do it.

The day droned on and on and on. Finally all of my classes were over. I fell asleep in 3 of them. Oops.

-

I haven't seen or talked to Grace in 5 days. This is killing me. It's the longest we've ever been apart. I don't know why she's still mad. I've sent her so many texts and left her so many voicemails. She won't reply or pick up my calls. I don't know what to fucking do. I've never been in an actual "relationship" before.