Reversed [A Harry Styles FanFiction]TEMPORARILY ON HOLD

Chapter 14

**THREE MONTHS LATER**

Laura's POV

Three fucking months.

That's how long its been since I last talked to Harry.

I see him at school every now and then, but haven't spoken to him in 3 months.

"Hey baby?" My boyfriend, Dylan shouts.

"Yeah?" I shout back.

"Have you seen my shoes?"

"Uhm there in the lounge room."

"Okay. Found them! I'll be going then."

"Nooo! Don't leave me!"

"It's just for two weeks."

I pout my lips. I really don't like the idea of being alone in our flat for two weeks.

"I still don't want you to go."

"It'll be okay." He glances down at his wrist "My flight leaves in 2 hours. I need to leave." He kisses me on the forehead and grabs his bags.

"Bye baby!"

"Bye sweetheart!"

He drives off. I am now officially alone for two weeks.

My mind wanders back to Harry.

What's he doing? Does he miss me?

Of course not.

I wander around our flat when the doorbell rings.

"I'm home!" Ella shouts "I brought Hayes if that's ok?"

Hayes is Ella's boyfriend. They've been going out for like two and a half months now.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I shout back.

They strut into the kitchen hand in hand.

"Hey guys!" I greet.

"I brought ice cream and Oreos!" Ella squeals.

"I told her not to!" Hayes chuckles.

*Ding dong*

The door bell rings...again.

I open the door and see the last person I expect to see.

Harry Fucking Styles.

"Holy shit!" Ella yelps.

"What the? Who is this?" Hayes looks at us confused.

"That's the guy I told you about." Ella whispers.

I step outside and look him straight in the eye.

"What the fuck?! Why just randomly show up on my doorstep after not talking to me for three fucking months?!" I cuss.

"I know. I'm sorry. I was an idiot for acting like I did. I am sorry. Please forgive me." He pleads.

"No. I won't forgive you! I have cried myself to sleep multiple times because of you! You have ruined me!" My eyes trail down to my wrists where my new additions are just starting to fade.

His eyes follow mine and I cross my arms against my stomach so he can't see them.

"I caused them?" He whispers.

"Y-yes." I whisper back.

I look up just as he wipes a tear from his cheek.

Not the tears. His tears get me every time.