Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 14

Bella's POV

I walk up to my window where this tapping noise was coming from, only to see that it was dark. And then I remembered my glasess. I quickly rushed to my bedside and pulled them on before switching on my lamp. I heard another tap and I was starting to get frustrated. I opened my window and I could finally see the person throwing rocks at my window (cliche right).

"Bella. I need to talk to you, let me in." He loudly whispered over the grasshoppers chirping in the yard. I thought about it for a minuet then decided.

"Fine. The front door is open." I said then shut my window.

Before Harry could come in my room and see me half naked I threw on some sweatpants. And right when I was about to check at how I looked, harry walks in. I look at him for a while and he looks at me. But before it could get more awkward I looked down and found my socks quite interesting.

"Bella I-"

"What do you want to tell me." I say emotionless

"That I wouldn't ever say those things to them, and I'm not letting my best friend just disappear over this. I care about you." He said carefully choosing his words.

"You know me. I can't even trust my own mom Harry, what makes you think I can trust anyone else? I'm terrified to talk to you and know what other people think. I hate that so much but I have a hard time trusting anyone. This is why I should have never let you-"

"Bella. Please believe me." He said, stepping closer to me before shutting the door. I could see his face clearly in from the moon light, he looked beautiful like an angel. How he managed to look stunning all the time, I have no clue.

"I don't know what you want me to say harry, I just don't know-" I cut myself off and stop talking. I didn't know what he wanted me to do. Who else could have told them? Who else knew about our date? No one. So Harry had to have told them, but I just didn't get why he was wasting all this time trying to convince me. He could be with other people partying and having a good time. He could be with the "popular" crowd and blow off all the nerds and freaks like me. Why would he wast all this time. It infuriated me that he tried to get my sympathy and try to play me like everyone else.

"Bell, you don't understand I-"

"Stop! You don't understand! You're just here to play me like they all do, you want to tell them that I finally opened up for someone! Well I hope your happy, you and your friends got what you wanted, so please save me the fake explanation and just go." I say

"No Bella please your not-"

"Please leave. Your not making this easy. Just go." I said finally sitting down on the edge of my bed. I felt tears sting at my eyes, feeling so disappointed in myself for letting them win. I hated this. I thought Harry was my friend, and I had begun to grow such strong feelings for him he didn't even know how madly in love I was with him. Was. It was probably all fake just to get me to open up. I bet everyone loved the satisfaction of knowing they made the quiet freak talk.

And I hated myself for it.

"Your not-"

"Go!" I shouted, a tear finally falling down my cheek.

I finally looked at him and he looked defeated and done. God, I hope he was. I was sick of being messed with. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around the room. He wasn't leaving so I would have to force him.

"Please just leave-" I tried to yell but my voice choked on the sobs that hid in my throat. More tears tell and I knew Harry was coming closer to me. As soon as he placed a hand on my cheek I was quick to move it and shove his chest.

"I hate you." I sobbed pushing him with all my strength. It barely impacted on him, he was too big. But I was so angry I just needed to let it out. I finally stopped, catching my breath to breath. His face looked of something I just couldn't read. He was silent. Me being too sad and upset to even move I fall into the ground sitting on my bottom trying to hold in my sobs the screamed to be let out.

"Bella," he said lowly, coming down to my level. His arms circled around me as I shook. I felt so stupid to let him do this, but too tired to push him off. He smelled like his cologne and coffee, witch would make me smile if I weren't so messed up at the moment. God, he was perfect. In everyway. The way he talked and smiled. In fact as much as I was pissed, I couldn't help but love every bit of Harry. But who was I kidding? It was all a joke. No one would go for me anyway. Everything was just a play.

So I cried more, thinking about how stupid this world was, and how cruel and unfair it was.

"Go away." I croaked finally gaining strength

"You cant believe them." He said

"Your a liar! I hate you!" I said louder, more pissed at how he was trying to trick me with his charm again.

"I love you." He said quietly.

My breath hitched and I couldn't even comprehend the words through my own mind. He had to be lying. No one could love me. It was a lie.

I pushed his arms off of me, pushing him away. Blocking him away. I didn't want to look at his face.

After the biggest amount of time, he had finally left.

Harry's POV

It had been the same night I told her I loved her. And it had been the same night she left me broken hearted.

I didn't even know what I was doing. My head spun and loud music would fill the air. For course I knew I was at a party, I was just unaware of how brutally drunk I was. I stumbled around hoping to find her, but my hopeful eyes never found her beautiful aurora. Being too intoxicated I find my body entering the bathroom. After locking the door which took for what felt like hours to do one simple task, my blurred and dizzy vision came to the floor. I fell. I chuckled at my own clumsiness, nearly laughing to death for some reason.

I sat there and vomited all over the floor next to the toilet, obviously missing. I lift myself from the floor and leave the bathroom stumbling somewhere else to find her. But little did I know she wasn't even here. She was probably home crying, heartbroken and let down. Because of me. But it wasn't. I had done nothing and told nothing, I just never finished my side before she kicked me out making it one of the most heartbreaking and gut clenching nights of my life. When I feel a hand grab mine I'm over excited imagining Bella's soft tiny hands to be in mine. But instead my body stumbled upon a blonde girl. Nothing like my Bella.

I felt slurs come from my mouth, they sounded irregular and raspy. She smiles and grinds against me. But I never got my mind off of Bella. But this other bimbo got my mind off of her for a while, taking off the weight of pain on my shoulders. It meant nothing, just a distraction. And if felt useless to think like that. But I couldn't control my body, my hands traveled all around her, biting her neck, then before I knew it I had fucked the girl in my math class and woke up with a handful of pain, regrets, and the guilt overcoming my body like a waterfall.