Harry left the room abruptly for a reason which I had no knowledge of.
Frankly, I didn't mind all that much that he left.
I was relieved actually.
I was so angry with him after our conversation.
So angry with him for all of the unwanted feelings he had caused me to possess towards him.
When he was nice to me he was so nice and so kind and gentle and I felt like melting in his presence. However when he wasn't nice to me he was really nasty, real cruel and his words made me cringe.
He kept tricking me into thinking he was good. But the truth of it all is that he wasn't good, he was the polar opposite.
Harry Styles was bad.
I sat cluelessly wondering on my bed for about an hour.
Wondering about Harry.
The more I didn't want to think of him, the more I did.
He had become a constant thought, an unwanted thought.
He leapt uncontrollably around my mind, peeking his head into parts which were once undisturbed.
I thought about why he made me feel the way he did.
When he was nice to me I felt ridiculously safe, safe in dangerous arms. Then when he was nasty to me I regretted ever feeling the way I did when he was nice. He made me doubt myself and my judgement towards people.
He was bad, then good and then bad again.
He was complicated.
Too complicated to even try and understand.
I felt so silly wondering about him.
Day 11
The rest of yesterday was spent sulking on my bed and forming theories on Harry's behavior.
It was unhealthy for me to be thinking about him as much as I did.
I was about to go back to sleep when Honey trotted into my room, looking extremely stressed.
"Harry wants to see you, now" she said urgently.
I nodded and got abruptly out of bed.
Honey gave me an odd look up and down before saying : "You're going to go dressed like that?"
She obviously didn't appreciate hello kitty.
I ignored her question and made my way towards Harry's office. I couldn't help but let my mind wander into the conclusion that he had called me to his office just so that he could spend some alone time with me.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Harry didn't smirk or chuckle or make any sly remarks when I entered his office. He stared at me through stern eyes and furrowed brows before informing me that I would start work that afternoon.
Then I was dismissed.
Then I tried to kill myself in the bathroom stall.
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The Pretty Girls (Harry Styles Fiction)
Ficção Adolescente(A Harry Styles Fiction) Wendy Mansfield is a 17 year old girl who lived in the country side all of her life, until now. Wendy was abducted from her home by a man named Harry Styles. She now lives in a basement and forms part of the underground soc...
