Torn

Chapter 12

 The next week passed slowly. I had a few modeling jobs but, other than that, I chose to sit at home. I didn't want to do anything.

 I ignored all of Harry's calls and texts, deleting them before I could even bring myself to respond. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say. 

 I had never felt so betrayed in my entire life. Not only had he lied to me, he'd played with my mind. He'd played with my heart. 

 I cried on and off throughout the days. Taylor Swift's music had never made more sense to me than it did now. I didn't know what to do. I hated feeling sorry for myself, that wasn't me. But, for some reason, this had hit me the hardest. 

 My phone rang again, the tenth time today. It was Harry. Not surprised at all. 

 I sent the call straight to voicemail, wishing he'd just leave me alone. I planned on meeting up with Simon and One Direction's management to cancel the arrangement in just a few days. I couldn't wait to put this behind me.

 Suddenly, my phone lit up, displaying a voicemail icon. 

 I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to listen to it or not. My curiosity eventually got the best of me and I decided to give it a chance. 

 "Sky....please pick up. I miss you." The sound of his voice brought tears to my eyes. He sounded so sad, so....broken. The voicemail was short and simple but extremely effective. It brought back every emotion that I hadn't realized I was feeling until I'd seen him with Louis. 

 I was deeply and irreversibly in love with this boy.