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

Chapter - Twenty Two

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Harry's P.O.V

Out of all the possible situations that could have happened, it was this one. She was standing in front of me, a hopeful expression on her face and I want nothing more than to tell her the truth and make up but it isn't that easy.

I've made countless mistakes, fuck. More than i'd like to admit but I know this is the right decision the best decision for her and that's all that I care about. "You should go..."

Licking her lips, her arm fell to her side an angry expression forming on her face. " Harry," she sighed, "what's going on?"

Sucking in a breath, I fluttered my eyes close. I can't believe what I'm about to do, "What's going on?" I chuckled dryly, "I don't want you anymore."

Furrowing her eyebrows she took a step back and I kept going, taunting her, mocking her. "Leave, find someone or something better to do with your life."

Shaking her head, her lip began to tremble. "Stop, stop pushing me away."

"You're so damn naive, just go!" I yelled angrily, the sting coursing throughout me. It hurts, I'm sure not as bad as I'm hurting her right now but it fucking hurts.

Alyssa's P.O.V

I've never loved someone so much, but I imagined that when I was in love that he too would love me just as much. That it would be full of never ending beautiful moments but I'm stuck in a love that's only going to bring me down deeper and deeper and no matter how hard I try to stay away, I will always find my way back to this man.

This man, this beautiful, hopeless, angry man that I'm so deeply and truly in love with. And with each word comes another sting of pain and I know that I should be running in the opposite direction but I can't. 

with darkness I see the light. 

I've always seen the good in him, he just never could. And maybe that's what this is about, maybe all of the lying, the cheating and the games are a part of his insecurities. But I have no idea how to push past them, no matter how much I tell him I love him, and no matter how many times we make beautiful and passionate love we always end up back in this place.

This horrible dark and angry place and he usually can get himself together, he can usually push the dark things away but as I stand here and watch his dark green eyes look around the room angrily I loose hope. 

I don't see my Harry.

"Stop it..." I whimper, closing my eyes for a mere second. 

I don't want to cry, I'm so tired of crying.

"What can I do?" I asked him, swallowing down the growing lump in my throat. "Harry, just talk to me. Please..."

I was begging, basically begging and I can't help but think this should be the other way around. He should be begging me to stay, he should be begging me to let out all of my feelings but here I am begging him to let me back in.

"I want you to leave." he mumbles, his arms falling to his sides in defeat. 

"I'm doing this for you!" He exclaims, tugging at the ends of his hair.

Sucking in a breath, I fixed my posture. "Well stop."

His gaze darting to me he looked at me in confusion. "I can make these decisions for myself and I want to stay with you."

"I love you." I say quietly, 

"Stop." He warned, taking a step back. "Alyssa please."

"I want to give you a chance at a future!"

"You are my future!" I yelled angrily, a tear slipping down my cheek. 

"I've been through to much, to fucking much for you to abandon me."

He was quiet, his jaw set as he stood there his emotions all in a jumble I assume. Taking my chances, I took a few slow cautious steps forward. I've never met someone like Harry and I can't tell you if that's a good thing or a bad thing but this man is so broken and lost. And the guilt, the overwhelming guilt he has takes over so there's only one thing I can possibly thing of doing. 

Only a few inches from him, I place my hands on each side of his face. Making him look at me, forcing him to look at me. "I forgive you, Harry."

"Everything that's happened to us, all the bullshit we've gone through has made us stronger and I forgive you for anything you feel guilty for." I say quietly, searching his expression for vulnerability.

His muscles were relaxing under my touch but he still refuses to make eye contact. "Blake forgives you." I blurt, his gaze immediately falling onto mine.

"All's I do is ruin peoples lives." His bottom lip began to tremble, "I can spare you yours if you'll stop being stubborn."

His hand went to my wrists in attempt to pull my hand away but I shook my head. "Spare me this." I sighed, "I'm never leaving you behind and you'll never leave me. Remember?"

A few tears slipped down his cheek which I quickly wiped away with my thumb, looking at him with nothing but compassion. "Fuck, I'm sorry." he whispered, more tears pouring out of his eyes. 

Shaking my head, I let a tear slip down my cheek pulling him into a tight embrace. I ran my fingers through his brown locks, trying everything and anything to calm him down. 

Starring at the wall in front of me, I let him cry, I let him do whatever he needs to do. 

"Harry, come back to me." I whispered,