Bad Boy Is Back [Harry Styles Fan Fiction] ON HOLD

Chapter - Thirteen

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Harry's P.O.V

I held onto the black steering wheel tightly, I could feel myself starting to slip away. The old memories flooding my mind, getting my thoughts all into a jumble. I shouldn't have even considered coming back here, just the thought of the things she said last time are making my stomach tie into knots and I feel like I am about to throw up.

I'm desperately in love with Alyssa, I'm a sad case. I'm selfish, and there's apart of me that wishes I didn't let things go so far. But I'm in way to deep now, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. "Shit..." I growled, slamming my hand against the leather material.

I'm sitting in the parking lot, unsure of what to do. I couldn't leave again, I basically begged the girl to meet me and it wouldn't feel right. Letting out a breath, I got out of the car. Slamming the door shut, I stuffed my hands into my coat pockets and began walking toward the entrance. My boots scraping and slamming against the gravel.

The air was thick and cold as the rain droplets continued to fall, puddles of mud filled the parking lot. And before I knew it I was inside, dragging my feet to a set of blonde curls that were mocking me. Her back was facing me but I felt like she was mocking me, like I was powerless against her. "Blake." I rasped, circling to the other side of the booth and sliding in.

She gasped, her eyes traveling over me. "Maybe this was a bad idea," she said quickly, grabbing her back that was beside her and about to stand but I grabbed her wrist gently to stop her.

"Please," I said quietly, "I have a lot of explaining to do, and I know that."

Looking at me cautiously, her eyes flickered down to our touching skin. I pulled away, and cleared my throat. "I-I, I just don't know how to."

"Harry, if this is going to be a repeat of last night then I'll save you your precious time and leave now." She mumbled, her lip beginning to tremble.

"D-don't cry, Please." I sighed, scrunching up my face in pain.

"Don't act like you care, now." She spat, a tear slipping down her cheek. Growling, I slammed my fist against the table catching part of the rooms attention, I turned to look at her.

"Damn it, Blake." I muttered, "I've always cared, and that's why the fuck I left. What don't you understand?!"

"I-I don't understand..." She began, and paused. "Why you would ask me to come here."

Before I could register what was happening, she was basically toward the exit. And I was up chasing after her, the rain picked up to pouring and by the time she was in the parking lot she was already soaked.

"Blake, wait!" I called after her, shoving my hands into my jacket, looking left and right before running across. Rain droplets fell from my soaked curls. "Do you want to know why I asked you to come here?" I breathed out, loosing my breath.

Stopping in her tracks, she turned around. Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowned. "What!?" She yelled,

"I-I" couldn't seem to find the right words. "Because I love you!"