Disconnected | H.S.

T W E N T Y - T H R E E

I haven't been to work since Monday. I've called in sick everyday just to avoid the man I loved then hated in a 24-hour time span. It's now Friday and I'm debating on whether going to work or staying home.

I really need the money to bail my dad out of jail but I really don't want to see Mr. Styles. I'm sure if I see him then I'll just forgive him on the spot. I can't do that. I can't be with a man who loves me one day and breaks my heart the next.

I sigh heavily. I'm going to work today. I'll be strong, I won't forgive him, I won't take him back. I sit my feet on the hardwood floor beneath me.

Just be strong Tayten, just be strong.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I close my eyes shut tightly and bite my lip as I open the door to Mr. Styles' office. I open my eyes to see that it's a complete mess. Papers scattered everywhere on the floor and on the desk, pens are on the floor, there's a stain in the carpet and a cup beside it. What's gotten into this man?

I quickly clean his office as best as I can. Once everything but the stain is gone, I use my cell phone to call a carpet cleaner.

"So you can be here by 9:30?" I ask.

"Yes. We'll be there and have the stain removed. If you don't like our services, we'll give you a complete refund." The man says. Bullshit.

"Okay, thank you sir. We'll see you then." I respond. I end the call and turn towards the door to see Mr. Styles standing in the doorway. I didn't even hear him come in. His cheeks are tearstained, his nose is red, his eyelids are puffy. Besides that, his business attire doesn't even come close to matching like it usually does, it appears he has two different shoes on, his hair is disorderly and messy. He doesn't look like himself at all.

"Good morning." He speaks, his voice is rough.

"Are you alright, Mr. Styles?" I ask. I feel completely guilty. I've done this to him, I'm sure of it.

"No, I'm not fine." He sniffles. "The girl that I love won't even give me a second to explain myself." I avert my eyes, looking to the floor. I knew it. It's all my fault.

I hear his footsteps come closer until I see his shoes in front of mine. I look up to meet his eyes, noticing that tears are still rolling down his cheeks.

"Harry, please stop." I whisper as I bring my hands up to wipe his tears away. I can't stand seeing him like this.

"Please, let me explain." His voice is shaky. I nod as a response. "The girl that you saw is my ex. We dated when I was 17. She was 23 at the time but I was young, stupid, and horny so of course I went after a girl that would give it up easy. We dated for almost 4 years. I wasn't thinking when I kissed her. I guess I just missed her a lot. I'm so sorry Tayten, I'm so so sorry. Just please forgive me, please." He starts to cry heavily. I make him hide his face in my shoulder as his sobbing becomes loud. He doesn't hesitate when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him.

I can't believe how torn apart he is.

"Please Tayten." He whispers repeatedly.

"Calm down Harry." I say, playing with his messy curls. My heart says to forgive him but my brain says not to. I can't see him like this. This is probably exactly what I've looked like since this all happened.

I decide on what my heart wants.

"Okay Harry." I finally speak. "I forgive you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He responds, hugging me as tight as he can without hurting me. "Does that mean you'll take me back?"

"Yes, it does." I reply. He pulls away and smiles happily. "How about we get you a change of clothes and some new shoes? Because you aren't matching at all." I suggest. He lightly chuckles and nods.

"That would be marvelous Tayten." He beams. I form a small smile then exit the room. Well, at least we can both be happy again.

-A/N-

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