Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 33

Okay so before I start writing I just want to say a huge thank you for reading this story. I am completely amazed and somewhat overwhelmed by the fact that this story has over 100k reads. I never expected this much and I can't believe it even happened! So thank you for staying even though I'm a terrible updater and my writing sucked in the beginning and let's be honest it still does but oh well. And to think I even wrote this in the first place when I'm a larry shipper, haha!! So yeah, thank you again, ilysm ❤️❤️

Sandra's POV:

I don't know how long I stayed in Zayn's warm embrace. I just felt the need to keep hugging him, because I knew in my heart that it was right. After all the shit he put me through, I was still going to be accepting of his forgiveness.

And maybe, that was a mistake, a terrible mistake, but it felt right. At this moment, I had to keep holding him. Zayn's tears slowed, but the back of my neck was drenched with salty tears. He pulled away slowly with an awkward smile and squeezed my hand, I smiled back.

"I'm sorry I got you all wet," he chuckled softly, voice coarse from all the crying.

"S'okay," I smiled back.

Harry grabbed my arm gently and pulled me back into his arms, holding me softly. He kissed the top of my head and sparks danced across the spot his warm lips touched. I hummed in approval enjoying the feeling of relief.

I felt as if the biggest weight had just been lifted off my shoulders and it just felt so good. I felt like nothing could stop me now. I was going to get better. No one could hurt me anymore, all the pain, all of the constant pain, would be going away.

For once in 12 years, I felt genuinely happy. I never smiled as big as I did at this moment right now.

Zayn spoke up softly from the opposite side of the room,"So where do we go from here?"

I fluttered my eyes open and looked up into Harry's hard green ones, searching for an answer to Zayn's question. All I found was anger and fearfulness in his eyes.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"Nothing love, don't worry about it right now."

"Harry..."

"I just, I don't know how you could have-I mean. Can you just, can you come with me?"

I, of course, nodded my head and followed Harry out of the room.

"We'll be right back, maybe," he shouted over his shoulder. Zayn hummed in approval.

Harry led me to the front of the building, holding the door open for me like the gentlemen he is. We both walked out together, his large hand gripping my own gently, and we started to walk down the street.

I could spot a little park in the distance so we walked on, heading in that direction. The park was just a blur from here though and seemed to be so far away.

It was silent, just the sound of the wind and the birds filled my ears. It was weird, the quietness. Why has Harry brought me out here? He wanted to talk didn't he? So, why weren't we talking?

We walked on, my legs feeling like they weighed tons. It had to have been almost half an hour and still not one single word was spoken between the two of us.

When we finally arrived at the park Harry grabbed my arms and pulled me to the bench. Nobody else was here so we sat down, hands still held together. He brought them up to his lips and kissed them softly.

"Sandra..." he began.

"Hmm?"

"I just want to make sure that," he paused looking right into my eyes,"that you are making the right decision."

I started at him puzzled.

"Make the right decision?"

"About Zayn?"

"Zayn?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

Harry looked down at out hands and then back at me. He pulled me into his lap and buried his face into my neck.

"You forgave him."

"Yes Harry I did, that's what people do, we forgive."

Harry lifted his face and sat me back down, slightly turning his body away from my own. His foot tapped rhythmically on the wood chips beneath his feet. And his hands clenched and unclenched. His jaw got taught but then slacked. He looked like he was trying to figure out the right words to say.

"Sandra, I don't think you should have forgave him. You shouldn't forgive someone who raped you and hurt you. You can't. You just can't," he spoke frustrated.

"I can't? Well guess what Harry, guess what. I did. And I think it was the right choice, he knows what I've been through he gets me, he didn't mean too. It's okay, he won't do it again."

Harry stood up abruptly. Hands shaking at his sides.

"Do you hear yourself? None of that shit matters he hurt you. So much. He is lucky I haven't called the police for all the shit he has done! He should be charged a criminal! You can't forgive him, you just can't..."

Harry sat back down legs shaking and head hung low. But my anger just surfaced. How dare he try to tell me what to do.

"Harry get your head out of your ass and listen to me," I seethed.

Harry's head shot up faster than I could ever imagine.

"I can forgive who I want when I want. I don't need your 'approval' okay? I'm not a baby. Okay? Zayn needs someone there for him like I did, and I was lucky and got you. Let me be there for him."

Harry shook his head with an annoyed laugh.

"He doesn't deserve that Sandy, he really doesn't..."

"Maybe, maybe not, but I'm going to give him what he needs and that's forgiveness and a friend."

"Sandy, come on, don't act like a stupid girl I thought you were smarter than this! He is just going to use you! He is going to make you feel bad for him and try to get in your pants again!"

That hurt bad. It felt like a slap in the face. The tears fell before I could even register that they were falling.

"Sandra I'm-"

"No, just shut up and stay here for an hour or so, please."

I turned around and bolted, feet flying down the sidewalk back to the house, back to the friend who needed me.

"Sandra!" Harry's voice could only be heard in the distant.

I ran so far for so long, and eventually made it back to the house. The door was unlocked so I went inside right away. I was sweaty and my hair was all over the place. My cheeks were stained with the trails of my tears and my eyes a light bloodshot red. I looked around the house and found Zayn alone in the living room.

"Zayn."

He looked up quickly, kinda confused.

"Zayn, don't listen to Harry, I do forgive you I do, and I do want to be your friend," I rambled out of air, not making any sense. It's not like he knew what Harry and I had just been talking about anyway, I probably sounded crazy.

Zayn looked up and smiled, nodding with the cutest grin on his face. I don't think he cared that I sounded crazy, it was what he needed to hear.

His fingers brushed a stray hair out of my eyes and I felt the small tingle of fireworks where his fingers had touched my skin.

"Thank you," he whispered into my ear. I let out a small shiver as his lips brushed the tip of my ear before he scooted back and walked out of the room.

--sorry for not updating im so bad I forget I have this book sometime, ahh