harry styles | my health teacher

36. i m c o m p l e t e

"work?" i ask slightly confused.

"since you won't come to the show for fun since you insist on finding a gig, you can save yourself the hassle and work at my show." he replies.

"don't you already have a photographer?"

"yes, but it's a big venue."

"i don't think that's a good idea." i say picking at my nails.

"stop." he says grabbing my hands. "i know you do that when you over think things."

"you hurt me once, and i won't let that happen again." i say wincing at the thought of my mental and physical state of when he last left me.

"i promise, on your life, my life, and my families life that i will never ever intentionally do something like that again. i want this to be kept strictly professional."

"fine." is all i reply.

"ok then."

we both sit in silence, unsure of what to do now. i try to come up with possible things to talk about, but to be honest i don't think now is the time to share a friendly conversation. it's now 1:30 am, i'm tired, he's tired....

well at least that's what i thought.

"have you listened to my album?" he says picking his head up from his hands, "you don't have to answer that, i was just wondering."

"i couldn't bring myself to. at least when i was sober. the night it came out, i got completely wasted. i blacked out and when i woke up, i had my ear buds in and i heard your voice. before i could even comprehend what you were saying in the song, i yanked them out of my ears and through my phone across the room. the friend i was out with later told me that when i was listening, i was balling my eyes out and just an emotional wreck, so i figured it was better not to test my emotions again."

"well it looks like your going to hear it tomorrow night. and for the next two days after that."

"i'll be fine, i just have to focus on the real reason why i'm going to be there." i say knowing that it probably hurt him. "for work."

harry's phone began to ring after i finished my last sentence. the name that was shown on the phone was familiar.

"camille"

that's when i remembered. harry's rumored relationship with some french model had been all over the internet lately. her name was camille.

"hello?" he said into his phone.

"yeah i'll be there soon.... i'm just at- an old friends place... don't be ridiculous cam..... ok ok i'll seen you soon." he said then hung up. "i gotta go, but i'll text the info over to you later. see you tonight."

i was confused when he said but then i realized its already 2 am on friday.

with no hesitation, he was gone in the span of 6 seconds and i was now left alone.

*what just happened?* i think letting tears fall down my face.

i run to my bed and bury myself in my sheets. all i can think about is how i've always been in love with him and i forever and always will be. but he doesn't want me. and i can't forget what he did to me. so i'll forever be sad and lonely and incomplete.