I woke up in the middle of the night I don't know why so I went on Instagram.
And I got a dm from this really pretty girl and I answered (ik)
What the hell how could he. I turned around to look at him sleeping .
Is he really using me?
This is what I was afraid of.
I gently shook him. He eyes opened.
"Hmm" he said and leaned up.
"I-i think you should leave" I said looking down at my lap.
"Why ? Whats wrong" he asked lifting my chin softly to look up at him.
His pretty green eyes just makes me forget why im even mad at him.
"haylen hats wrong" he asked sitting up more to look me in my eyes.
I bit my lip and turned my head, don't even wanna look at him.
Omg the tears started pouring out "a-are you using me" I said starting to get outta bed but he grabbed my waist.
My breathing was getting fast.
"No I'm not using you wha- who told you that" he said completely shocked.
"Elle , she dm me on Instagram and told me t-that your playing me a-and that you played her and her best friend haylen how could you do that to somebody" I said sitting on my legs looking at him wiping my tears.
"Babygirl I swear Im not playing you yeah , I mean I played a couple girls in the past but I was on some weird shit back then, haylen I changed I not like that no more I promise please stop crying i-its making me guilty and hella sad" he said trying to wipe my tears.
I don't believe him why would he play them but not me , there a decent chance he's playing me .
"No! You should feel guilty harry you hurt them have you ever put yourself in there shoes ! And thought about how bad you hurt them . Love isn't something you should play about harry" I yelled probably gonna wake up my parents.
"Babygirl I was a player back then and Elle that was years ago we -" I cut him off.
"Harry .. just go" I said sobbing putting my hair in a messy bun.
He got up and walked around the bed to my side.
"I promise you I'm not playing you tatum" he said and kissed my forehead.
I really didn't want him to leave , but I don't want my heart broken by him.
He put his shoes on and his sweater and looked back at me , he looked so hurt as he walked out my room.
And I started crying even harder .
Why ?
I got up and walked downstairs to lock the door than I went back to my room and cried myself to sleep.
