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Chapter Six - Regrets

-- Harry Styles --

Clank! Clank!

The sound of my boots sounded off the cold concrete. I really didn't understand why Alaska just threw me out like that, she could have been a bit more civil.

No, she can't have you loser, she was right to throw you out like that! A demotic voice spoke in my head as it boomed in my mind.

"Shut up! You know she likes me so why are you invading!" I barked back

She only likes you cause she feels bad for you and you're the only one she knows in this town, you idiot!

"Stop it! Why did you come back after the incident!"

Cause I want to make you miserable, Harry. And now that you think your all fine, I'm going to fuck up this little mind of yours! he said in the most sinister way I have ever heard.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" I screamed. I snapped back in reality and realized there was an elderly woman next to me, looking as if she saw a ghost. I looked at her with such guilt probably as I gave her a heart attack. I scurried away to the road. I needing to find my car.

--- Alaska Martins ---

All I could think about was Harry and that stupid kiss. I should have never lead him on. I don't like him! I don't like him! But god, why did he had to be insane? Why couldn't he be normal and single? My life is so complicated, it's not even funny.

I assembled my self back in position and realized my father was going to come back wondering where Harry was. I ran my slim fingers through my frizzy hair. Well, let's see if Harry will show up to my fathers appointment.

. Session 2 .

--- Harry Styles ---

"Harry please talk," Mr. Martens told me.

I looked down at my fingers and noticed I haven't spoken for the ten minutes I've been here. I looked back up and noticing he became a bit fidgety and irritated.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"How's school?" he said, looking up at me.

"Fine."

"Nothings bothering you?" he asked with an eyebrow pulled up. Okay, maybe the fact that I fucking screwed up with your daughter.

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.

"Alright. Is it okay if we talk about someone very personal?"

I nodded.

"How are you copping with your brother?"

I turned to look at him this time with my expression a bit annoyed. I hated this subject and I wanted to drop it right away.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you ask about my brother?" I asked, growing angry.

"Do you know what happen after his death?" he questioned. I really would plunge at Mr. Martens but I knew Alaska is watching.

"Nothing, just the fact that the stupid police couldn't finish the investigation," I said in annoyance.

"Well, you know, your mom told me ever since that day you have not been yourself."

Yeah Harry, how come you weren't yourself?

Shut up.

You know, tell him.

"Do you think Ted was involved?" he asked, and that's when I lost it. I got up and marched myself to the exit.

"Have a good day, Mr. Martens." I said before slamming the door shut.

--- Alaska Martens ---

Oh, god.