I look down at my wrist, which is being gripped by Harry. I feel him grip tighter and I slap his hand off.
"That really hurts! Stop," I say in the nicest manner I can muster. I see Harry roll his eyes as if I had offended him.
"Why are you being like this Harry? Lately you just seem like you hate everything I do." He loosens his grip on my wrist, as he had just pulled me out of a busy Starbucks we were at with friends, while having a sour look on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it. I look up and feel a raindrop on my cheek.
"Harry, please hurry. It's raining!" I haven't felt good for the past month, and I don't want to get sicker with a cold.
"Isabelle, please stop complaining. I just have to tell you something."
"You, of all people, would know how sick I've been for the past few weeks! I'm not going to get sicker!" He just pulls me back into the restaurant.
"There. Happy?" I simply nod my head yes. Harry has been so mean lately, judging everything I say or do. To be honest, he's scaring me a little. The other day, we got in a huge fight over which brand of paper towels to get at our loft.
"Isabelle, I don't think this is working." I raise an eyebrow, questioning him. "We need to break up." I feel a hundred bricks crashing down on my shoulders, and actually stumble back a little. Harry just looks at me, no emotion whatsoever on his face. I see the rest of One Direction staring at him, and Eleanor immediately rushes up to give me a hug. I slowly hug back, then slip away. I look at Harry right in the eyes.
"It's like I don't even know you anymore," I say just above a whisper as I stumble out of the now quiet Starbucks.
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Coming Back
Teen FictionLydia Claire Scott. Lydia is the only thing I have left. From what? A relationship with Harry Styles. We have both done so good for 2 years and 8 months without him. He just doesn't know she exists. He left me when I was a month pregnant, and just b...
