Inciting Incident (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time

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You know when you can physically feel your heart break.

Every little crack is felt throughout your whole body and your chest feels like it's about to explode. Emotions are tearing around your body with such force you don't know which one to feel.

Hurt

Upset

Anger

Fear

The pit of your stomach feels completely empty but full at the same time. Well, I was completely stuffed yet starving.

I was burning yet freezing.

They say that sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge and the bridge was well and truly on fire.

I don't know what was worst, that he assumed I was the type of person to do that or the fact that he didn't care enough to listen when I tried to explain. I guess some people really do create their own storms and get mad when it rains. He doesn't deserve my explanation if he doesn't care to listen, it just shows how important I am to him, I really shouldn't be surprised, first impressions should be your lasting impressions clearly.

I wasn't entirely sure why I felt so battered by him not trusting me, maybe because it was the first time I was completely myself around a guy without fearing I was doing something wrong but clearly I could do no right and no matter what I seem to do seems to be wrong. It just shows that I am the problem. I want to so badly explain but why would he believe me? I've given no reason for him to trust me nor he has me.

I wanted nothing more than to run in and explain but I knew it wasn't meant to happen, What would be would be. We were chalk and cheese, day and night, Winter and Summer, and this was clearly the end of the beginning of our short story.

I didn't think I would be crying over Harry Styles that's for sure, we could just tolerate each other this morning so why should I care so much when he clearly doesn't give a shit. I gave in too easily and I was ready to stop.

I need to go home.

After I composed myself, which took a while due to how upset I was, I made my way into the house and walked into the living room. I wasn't entirely sure how long I was in the car alone, nor did it really matter.

Gemma looked up from her phone from the sofa and smiled at me. "Hey! Is everything okay? Looks like you've been crying?" Gemma asks now suddenly concerned as she sits up and pats the sofa next to her but I shake my head.

"Yeah, just had a- um- phone call from work, they want me in as soon as possible due to a massive function they forgot to put in." I lied, I would rather stab myself multiple times instead of lying to Gemma. "Means I have to leave this beautiful city. That's why I'm upset."

"Oh no! Do you have to go?" She asks looking upset herself and what's left of my heart breaks once again as I see her sad face. I nod, afraid that I will cry again if I say anything.

"Well I'll take you to the airport, I'll take Harry's car and when you're next free let me know and you can come up." I nodded, replying to her, and went upstairs to pack my suitcase.

Do I tell Gemma about it? Do I let Harry tell her? I don't want to ruin my friendship with Gemma but at the same time, she wouldn't want to know me after anyway, even though I haven't done anything wrong.