The Styles Triplets

Chapter 25

McKenna's POV:

I sat on the couch with a blank stare on my face. I just felt numb, tears were no longer streaming down my face and I felt nothing when Marcel's hand reached for mine. Normally I would have thought about it more, but nothing seemed to matter. All I could think about was sitting in Harry's room, right up the stairs, and laughing at his jokes, or listening to him sing into my ear as we cuddled.

A couple weeks later.

Marcel kept me up to date on all things Harry, but only because I asked him too. I could tell though every time he mentioned his name he became uncomfortable and always asked twice if I wanted to hear about it. Though I shouldn't be so interested in Harry, because I needed to move on, but who knows how long it could take. I still wanted to know how his life was going and how he was doing on the X-Factor. The most recent news was that Harry didn't make it through solo, but was put together with 4 other boys and could stay in the competition as a group. As of today, Harry was taking his new band members with him to Robin's house in Holmes Chapel.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a familiar yet surprising name pop up.

"Hello?"

"McKenna, How are you doing?"

"Edward? Why are you calling me?" It felt strange hearing Edwards voice again. I couldn't even remember the last time I talked to him let alone how much he knew about what was going on with Harry and I. Well I guess I should say, what was going on.

"McKenna don't hang up. I know we never really figured things out between us, or really had the chance to talk again, but I wanted to let you know I am truly sorry. I am sorry I put you through everything and I want you to know you helped me to become a better person. But this isn't about me."

"Okay thanks, I'm sorry too. What's it about then?"

"Harry," Edward replied. I stood there frozen. Just hearing his name come from the phone sent a flood of memories back. "I shouldn't be doing this, but don't give up on Harry. He loves you. He can't stop talking about you. I think the guys are getting quite sick of it, but of course they're too polite to say anything. He says you're the best thing that's happened to him. You need to get in your car and drive to Robins."

"Edward. I can't."

"Why not?" He sounded shocked.

"Harry let me go. I'm not going to show up and look desperate. I said I would wait to hear from him and I haven't. I need to take care of myself for the time being. I can't come to his rescue every time something triggers a memory. I thank you for the call and letting me know Harry still cares, but I need to hear it from him. Goodbye Edward." I hung up the phone and started crying. I don't know what kind of tears they were. Tears of sadness for missing him, or happy tears because he misses me. All I knew was this wasn't the end. The truth is, I still need to discover who I wanted to be and what I wanted for my life.