Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Fourteen

Harry’s POV:

     I woke up with a massive headache at half past two in the afternoon. When I tried to sit up, I was tanlged in the be sheets. My eyes widened when I noticed that I was naked, but what terrified me even more was the girl next to me. Did we...? Oh no, we did.

     Shit. Shit. Shit.

     That was the one word that kept repeating in my head. I noticed my boxers on the end of the bed, so I quickly sat up and wore them. Walking over to my dresser, I put on my grey Ramones T-shirt and when I finished putting on my jeans, I saw that the girl was dressed and wearing her dress from last night. How did I not notice her wake up? “You need to leave,” I told her sharply.

     “But why?” the girl asked, faking an innocent look.

     “Last night was a mistake,” I snapped. “Leave before I have to make you,” I said, and then walked out of the room.

     I didn’t even feel guitly when I snapped at the girl like that. Of coure, it was my fault for last night, but all I care about is getting to Kendall. She knows, I know that she knows what happened. Shit. When I walked into the living room, everone was already there – except Kendall, obviously. When they saw me, their chatter died and a silence fell over. As Chanel’s eyes landed on me, they hardened. Standing up from her seat next to Zayn, she came over and slapped me straight across the face. I deserved that, but it still hurt.

     “That’s for what you did to Kendall,” she snarled. “She’s too much of a sweetheart to hit you; but lucky for her, I’m not. How could you do that to her? Do you know how terrible she felt? I can’t believe you did that.”

     Louis shook his head in disappointment as Chanel stormed back to Zayn. “You messed up big time, Harry,” he said in a serious tone, which is surprising because he’s never this serious.

     “Fix it,” Liam snapped.

     I nodded and ran out of the flat. Chanel being mad was expected, but when I saw how mad everyone else was, it sort of threw me off. I guess they all got very close to Kendall. They all probably hate me now – but not as much as how much Kendall might hate me. Since it was three, I knew Kendall was at work at Starbucks, so I walked – no, sprinter – there. When I got there, I saw Kendall behind the counter talking to some guy. Her usual sparkly and joyous brown eyes were now dull. She had small bags under her eyes as well. I noticed her smiling, and the thing is, it was genuine. It wasn't fake, or forced. And then my blood ran cold because I noticed the familiar figure she was talking to - and smiling to. It was Mitch Evans. He used to go to our school back in Holmes Chapel and used to be one of my best friends - besides Kendall. That was, until, I caught him snogging my then girlfriend. Ever since, I had hated him ever since. I hate him a lot. I watched as he walked away from Kendall, and when he saw me, he smirked. I guess he remembers me too, because he bumped my shoulder in with his and walked passed.

     Shaking my head, I walked towards the counter, and stood in front of Kendall. When she looked up at me, she froze. “Harry...”

     “Kendall, I’m so sorry!” I blurted. “I was drunk, and I didn’t know what I was –”

     She cut me off. “Save it, Styles,” she snapped, her voice venomous. “I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. You totally blew it.”

     I felt my heart break a little when she said that. “W-What do you mean?” I stammered.

     “I knew I shouldn’t have forgiven you that easily,” she said, taking in a deep breath. “You haven’t changed. Not one bit. I can’t believe I was so stupid,” she let out a bitter chuckle. “You did it again, Harry. The exact same thing, but this time it’s worse. I forgave you, and you did it again. And if it weren’t obvious enough; we’re done. For good.”