broken {h.s}

004

harry's pov

Why is she here?

Not that I don't want to see her. Im just terrified. I know that when I see her I have this hard mask over my face trying to convey that it better we're apart but in reality I just want to kiss her again. I want to run my fingers through her hair.

I miss her dark brown hair that was always to unbelievably soft. Her skin covered in freckles that hit the sun perfectly and gave her a golden glow. I miss it all. I'm a dîck.

I know she puts this mask on in the spotlight and says we talk all the time and we are friends. That's just a big lie. We only ever have had conversations after we had parted when I see her at home at my mums or her house when Gemma wants to see her.

This is truly a messy situation. My sister is best friends with her and I basically cheated on her. Gemma likes to remind me every single day or so how I ruined what we had.

We had the cheesy romance where our parents are friends and we grow up together and fall in love.

The simplest of love stories are always the messiest.

Maybe that's why we didn't work. Maybe it's because I am just a dumb ass.

Yeah, that's right.

I am a dumb ass and she knows it as well as the band and my family. Probably her mum, too. What went on in my head to not push Taylor off?

I don't know how Izzy still has not said a word to anyone about how I am such a dick.

There's a part of me that thinks she hasn't said anything because she still loves me, but there's the other part that knows deep down she just doesn't want to ruin my career.

I love her.

She probably already left and just wanted to see Niall.

Simply catching up and I will be retrieving every single word that left her mouth from Niall later tonight.

I was walking back from the food table in the back of the garden with two bags of crisps and a few granola bars.

For some reason Niall couldn't wait another hour to pack our shit and go out to eat. To be honest, I was a little hungry too.

I was rounding the corner of the hall and finally saw the dressing room door where the lads were at.

This place is absolutely huge to the point where I almost got lost trying to figure out if I was supposed to take a left or right back from the vending machines.

Thankfully, I didn't fûck it up like I fûcked up my one good relationship.

It's not healthy, but I will sulk until someone slaps me and reminds me of what I should really do to get her back.

Not sulk, but run after her.

I just can't seem to get myself to stop being a püssy.

I was a foot away from the door before the most gorgeous woman I'be ever laid eyes on stepped out and shut the door behind her.

For the first time in months, I got to see her long hair and beautiful skin so close.

Don't be a püssy, Harry.

"Hello, Miss New Victoria Secret Model. You look dashingly gorgeous tonight. Did you like the show?" I looked down into her green eyes that had streaks of a hazy blue color scattered in her irises.

She rolled her eyes, "Hello, Harry. It was a wonderful show. It's nice seeing you come to such a big arena. I'm proud of you. I really am." She smiled genuinely.