the one that got away (h.s)

Chapter 13: Perfect

I stared at the door and let tears stream down my face. I felt so dumb, this is how teenage relationship are supposed to be. I'm 23 years old?? I don't know how long I stood there but I started to wipe my tears and I called Harry. I keep making bad decisions but at this point nothing matters.

"Everything okay Olivia?"

"No..." I let out a sob over the phone hoping Harry couldn't tell, "can you come over please?"

"I'm still at the studio, but I'll try come over in an hour."

"Okay just text me" I sniffed because I could feel snot coming out of my nose and I didn't have a tissue.

"Ooo that's hot love. Hahaha, I gotta go buy you better not be crying when I come over." I could tell he was smiling and I smiled too and hung up the phone.

I went to watch TV on the couch and started thinking about everything. Harry Styles has possibly ruined my life and I'm not mad at him? My mind isn't making any sense right now, and I guess that's what Derek was talking about. I started thinking about Derek again and wondering what he was doing. It caused me to start crying again and so I curled up in a wall on the couch and let it all out. Crying always takes up so much energy so I could feel my eyes getting heavy. I feel my eyes droop, but I jump up because I hear my phone ring.

h: on my way :)
o: ok see u then

I go to the bathroom so I can try to clean myself up some what. I wipe my eyes and blow my nose but my eyes are still puffy and swollen. I'm convinced I'll look like this for the rest of my life because these past two days have felt like 2 years. I throw my hair up in a messy bun because my hair is just a lost cause. I still have on Harry's sweatshirt and I decide to keep that on but I remembered I had in Derek's shirt under. I took it off and put the sweatshirt back on and I could feel myself wanting to cry again. I took deep breaths and I looked in the mirror one last time and my eyes didn't look as bad anymore, but you could tell I had definitely had been crying.

My body physically ached from all the overwhelming emotions it felt in the the last few days. I walked out the bathroom and into the bedroom and saw Derek's T-shirt again.

For some reason I thought the next best thing to do was rip it up to shreds so I got my scissors from the bathroom and started shredding it into pieces. The T-shirt looked like my heart: shredded into pieces and impossible to put back together.

I heard a knock at the door and I looked through the peep hole and it was Harry. I could tell he was happy and he had stuff in his arms but I couldn't tell through the peep hole.

I opened the door to a grinning Harry with a guitar and two buckets of ice cream. He walked in before I could even say anything and said,

"I've heard music and ice cream are the best remedies for when you're sad."

I couldn't but smile because of how much he cared.

"Thank you for coming over." I go in to hug him as he holds his arms out because they're full. I grabbed the ice cream from him and got two spoons from the kitchen.

I walked into my living room with Harry's feet propped up on the table and him tuning his guitar.

"Just make yourself at home why don't ya." I joked with him.

"You basically begged me to come over, let me have some fun." He strummed on his strings to make sure the tune was right. I started digging into the ice cream and it happened to be my favorite, chocolate chip cookie dough.

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" I smiled my first real smile.

"Because everyone loves chocolate chip cookie dough." He said with sass. "Now listen to this song I'm writing."