Unwanted (Harry Styles Love Story)

Unwanted.

"Oh please Harry! I'm a writer, my office is wherever I can sit down with a pen and paper, I could follow you all over the world if you wanted me to. So stop insulting my intelligence and just tell me the truth; that you don't want me to." I spat at Harry.  

"Okay fine Clare, I don't want you to! It's bad for my image, having a writer as a girlfriend. A writer who hasn't even published a book yet." Ouch... "I want to be single on tour."  

"So you can sleep around." I said  

"Well yeah. I mean no..." he trailed off, grasping his hair in his hands.  

"Now that we're done establishing the fact that I'm not good enough for you, and that you're embarrassed to be seen with me, I would really like you to leave." I said turning away from him and heading toward my kitchen...I'm going to need a drink.  

"Clare...that's not..."  

"Harry, enough! I need you to leave, I need to get ready to go out, I've got that charity event remember?" I said pausing, catching my breath before I turned to face him once more.  

He looked taken aback.  

"I...you're going out?"  

"Yes..." I replied slowly. Why is he still here, I just want to go and have a cry and eat my feelings, but I am not going to let him see me upset, or let him know how much he has hurt me. I am not going to give him the satisfaction. 

He stood there gawping.  

"What?" I said impatiently.  

"I just thought you wouldn't be going out, I thought you'd be more upset." He said looking put out. HAH.  

"Well contrary to popular belief, my life doesn't revolve around you Harry." Yes it does... "And I'm not going to waste my life sitting around having a cry, when there are people out there who want my company, and think I am worthy enough to hang out with them." I will definitely just be having a cry....but he doesn't need to know that!  

"Oh yeah...I guess. Well I'll just be going then...see you around?" he asked confused. 

"Yeah...see you around Harry." I trailed off, turning away from him.  

I heard the door click, I turned around, searching for him, wishing he'd still be there saying he'd made a massive mistake. But he wasn't and that's when the flood gates opened.