Dammit! Harry Styles is my step brother!??

The make up and the break up

Continued

His minty breath mixed with hers. Saliva in her mouth. Tongues moving like helicopters. Just nasty - but they both seemed to fairly enjoy it.

After a while of sloppy seconds, they finally moved away from each other to get a breath of fresh air. Instant regret hit Gertrude. She had always been very sure for herself - her first kissed should be saved until marriage. Welp, guess that was too late now.

Harry stood, and leaned up against the wall, and slicked his hair back with the black comb in his left pocket, on his bedazzled leather jacket. "WhAt's the prOblem, sweEt bUns?" Sweet buns!? Oh lord. Gertrude really didn't know what she had got herself into. This was bad. "Harry, this is -" Harry shushed her, and kissed her again. Gertrude couldn't resist, and kissed him back.

He leaned back again - only a few inches away from her face, and tucked her hair behind her ear, just like the other day in class. He looked down at her with a small smile. Who was this sweet man before her eyes? Oh, how badly Gertrude just wanted to melt into his body. Just forget all the problems he had, and how wrong this whole situation was. "Harry, our parents are getting married tomorrow," Gertrude said, and completely broke the atmosphere, like that candle blower, she was.

Harry took a few steps back, and looked at the floor. "LOok, I-I. I know this iS wrOng, but I cAn't be awAy from yOu. YOu're all I wAnt. I've alreAdy told ya. I wAnt to be better. For yOu," he said.

Gertrude's heart was beating so fast. "Harry, I want to be with you too! But look, our parents are getting MARRIED tomorrow, and I don't want to stand here making out with my step brother to be! - I-I shouldn't even be standing here, kissing you!? Oh my god, what is wrong with me?" Gertrude shouted, and began to get a full blown panic attack. "Gertrude, calm dOwn. We'll gEt through thi-" "NO HARRY. I CAN'T DO THIS!" Gertrude began to shout.

Harry paused in his movements. Multiple emotions crossing his face in seconds. Shock, embarrassment, disappointment, and anger. "Are you trying to sAy, you dOn't wanna be with mE?" He spat, while looking down at her, red of anger. Gertrude looked down. A part of her wanted him desperately, another part didn't. His hand touched below her chin, and raised her face up. His green eyes searching her blue eyes for the truth. Tears began to fill up in hers. "Do yOu wAnT to be with mE. Yes or nO?" He asked, quietly. Silence.

"No," Gertrude lied.

A painful expression was on Harry's face - so painful, Gertrude had to look away, tears streaming down her face.

"Fine Gertrude. You knOw what!? I actually nEver wAnted you anyway. It's the drUgs, there's mEssing with ma mInd!"

"What?" Gertrude looked back at him with shock.

"Yes, thAt's right Gertrude! I dO drUgs just likE your mum. You're so unlOveable, thAt we hAve to be high all the time, to fucking stand you!" He screamed, and jumped out of her window, disappearing just as quickly, as he had got in.

Gertrude couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She broke down on the floor, hiding her desperate sobs in her hands. She screamed. Picking up that ridiculously, ugly, green vase from her night table, and smashing it into the wall, making it break into small glass splinters.

Maybe Harry really was right. She was so goddamn unlovable. Maybe she really was the reason, that everyone around her, messed themselves up. Nobody loved her.

She was alone.

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Oof, that was rough! Do you think Harry really meant what he said, and will Gertrude be okay? Leave your suggestion/suggestions in the comment section here!

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