Stacy's P.O.V
When Harry cheated on me, all I ate was ice cream for a week, but now that Niall did, my appetite isnt there. Im not hungry at all. It hurts too much to eat. It hurts to much to sleep in a bed when just awhile ago I was in a bed with him.
For some reason this hurts more than when Harry did it. And he cheated with my own mum. But Niall...I love Niall more than I ever did Harry and I thought I was safe with him. I thought he'd catch me if I fell like he promised.Fucking Liar.
Fucking Cheat.
Fucking fuck.
While wallowing in my own self pity, I couldnt help but think. What happened to the old Stacy? Where did she go? The one that was so badass and just didnt care? I miss her, she was awesome. She was me before all this cheating shit.
I need to get back to being her.
I heard someone knock on the door, but didnt bother to go get it. This couch, this couch is where I remained for a week and a half now. I only ate little things like apples of you know, air. Like I said, Im not hungry.
Jo answered the door, hesitantly stepping out the way letting whoever was at the door in. I looked and saw Harry standing there, his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth. "Stace." he started.
I shook my head. "Dont. There's nothing you can say to make me feel better. So just...dont." I whispered. "Im not here to see if you feel better, Im here to see if you're okay." he sat down on the couch next to me.
Isnt it funny how when Harry cheated on me, Niall was there. But now when Niall cheated on me, Harry's here.
"Well as you can see, Im fine." I rolled my eyes. Harry shook his head, his curls bouncing as he did. "You're not fine." he replied.
"WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY HARRY!" I yelled. "That Im heartbroken, that I cant eat, that I hate him? Because I am, I cant, and I dont." I said. "If he was to walk through that door right now and ask for a second chance, I'd probably give it to him. I love him so much Harry and it hurts that he hurt me." I cried.
"It hurts that I'd let him back in without a seconds thought if he just asked, and it hurts that Im not being me. This isnt Stacy, not by a long shot. I havent been the same in a long time and it sucks." I said.
For once I noticed Harry looking at me intently, like he was actually listening, like really listening to me. "Why did you cheat on me Harry?" I asked. His eyes widened before he coughed awkwardly. "I uh, dont know Stace." he said. "Why did Niall?" I asked, more to myself.
"Well, the boys said that he felt lonely and you were always too busy to talk to him." he replied. That night I was busy and working, so I couldnt talk to him then. But he hung up on me before I could tell him that I wanted to video chat that night. He didnt answer his phone after, and he never gave me the chance.
"Is that really an excuse to cheat?" I asked. Harry shrugged. "It's his." he answered. I nodded before resting my head on Harry's chest and sobing softly into his shirt. I'd forgiven Harry a while ago, I was happy with Niall, it made no sense to be mad at someone else. It took awhile but we eventually got our friendship back.
Harry stroked my hair, mumbling some sort of comfortable words to me. I looked up into his green eyes as he looked into my brown ones. I felt myself leaning in as he did the same, his eyes went from mine to my lips, and back.
Our faces just millimeters apart,our lips so close that I could almost feel them. But we both jumped away from each other at the same time. I shook my head. "Im sorry." I burried my face in my hands. "No Im sorry. I shouldve stopped." he replied.
"I didnt stop either Harry." I said. And although we didnt kiss, I felt guilty, guilty that we almost did. Harry gave me a quick hug goodbye before leaving. I sat there, utterly confused as to what I was about to do.
When I said I wanted to get back to the old Stacy, I didnt mean have the old feelings for Harry. Not that I feel anything for him.
