Desire

chapter twenty-seven

I never liked using the word perfect to describe anything. In fact I hated it; I never felt the need to describe any aspect of my life as perfect. It just never was that, perfect.

However at this point in time everything felt to right to just be right. It felt better than right, it was in fact perfect. I have a great job with great people, school is going extremely well and it's my last year of school forever. After over 15 years of schooling I'll finally be done. Everyone in my friendship group is happy and healthy. I've been speaking to my mother more frequently and starting to build a relationship with her. My cousin is getting married and has a little mini her growing inside which excited me beyond anything. Also for the first time in my life I had a boyfriend and he wasn't just a good boyfriend but he was an exempt boyfriend.

I have never in my life found someone who was just like me but yet my exact opposite. He drove me absolutely mental a lot of the time but not in the way where I wanted to rip his hair out, gosh I loved his hair, I love him. I am such a fucking mess of a person and whatever happens to me or whatever I do he simply comforts me, usually by holding my hand or putting his hand on my leg or thigh or arm and rubs into my skin. It made me feel safe and at home.

He always knew what to do and we spent almost every second of everyday together. We craved each other's everything, that's why I can't believe it all lead to this, me laying in a hospital bed with a very painful broken leg and a very broken Harry sitting in the chair next to me. Neither of us speak I didn't want to give him that satisfaction. He has hurt me so bad and I don't know if he could ever undo what he did to me.

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24 HOURS EARLIER

My slumber came to an unfortunate end , that feeling of knowing you have to get up and go out makes my stomach turn. I wish I could stay here all day, feeling Harry's soft breathes on my face. His breathing was too fast to have been sleeping, which meant he was awake as well. I opened my eyes to meet his staring ones.

"Woah just a tad creepy there."

"Oh please, don't pretend you don't love that I watch you sleep."

He watches me sleep? Like what often?

"This is a daily occurrence?" I giggle.

"Oh no, only when I wake up before you. Which is all the time. You just look so peaceful and you're not whinging about something and I quite like you like that."

"Wow rude." I wasn't really offended I know what I was like and Harry was just pulling my leg.

"I still love you though."

"Aww that's sweet." I loved him too.

The day started fucking up at midday when it all started.

I was walking through the corridors to my next class, minding my own business. Although I was very clumsy and often walked into walls and furniture I never walked into people, I just had the decency to move away before I even get close to another person. But when he knocked me, I knew it wasn't because of my clumsiness but they were asking for trouble. This became immensely clear when he started to talk to me.

"Hi Eva, long time no see. Sorry about that, how have you been." He grins at me and I want to do nothing more than slap him square on the face but I know I can't do that, not in public.

"Yeah, I've been good Brian, yourself?" I didn't give a single fuck about his life but my motto is always to kill with kindness and what more should I give to a self-righteous asshole who was one of the many factors of the downfall in my life.

"The same really. So I hear from a bird that you're seeing Harry right, Harry Styles." He says Harry's name in a tone I can't take. The creepy ass grin doesn't leave his face but it makes me more and more uncomfortable. I try not to even think about the question. How the fuck does he even know this. I haven't even spoken to him in forever.