The Article [Harry Styles]

Chapter twenty nine

"Fuck"! Screaming at the top of my lungs in tears ripping up that damn paper that just ruined what I loved most! Why did I agree to this in the first place? Actually what the hell was Harry doing in New York City? He wasn't scheduled to be here until after Christmas. The look on Harry's face when he mentioned the article to me was heart breaking, I've never seen so much hurt and anger in one person before. Does Harry actually love me?

Falling on the couch still in tears trying to catch my mind up with everything that just fucking happened! Like it's not my fault I didn't tell him about what was happening, there was a few times I almost told him but he cut me off and wouldn't let me finish! Harry was the first man I have loved like this since a boyfriend in college and all because one damn piece, it's all over!

Wiping my face I stood up and grabbed my purse off the floor where I had dropped it when Harry showed me what he had in his hand. I'm not giving up this easy. I need to find him and I need him to listen to me! If Harry loves me like he says he does he will at least listen and if he doesn't want me back then I totally understand. Making sure I lock my door this time I run down the stairs instead of taking the elevator.

Running outside into the cool brisk air of December in New York City. Wondering which way I should head when I remembered the park I had taken Harry right after we met. Why does this hurt so much? I've only known the guy less than a month? I convinced myself even before I found Harry that I would never even get to interview him and now look at me wandering around New York City hoping he will listen to me. just hoping he will forgive me! I love Harry fucking styles.

Biting my lip making my way towards the park, my heart just pounding and my face becoming hot. I was nervous. My eyes heading straight to the bench Harry and I shared while he spilled to me about what management had said to him about kicking him out of the band if he didn't straighten up. God am I one that got Harry to keep his career?

Taking a look around the small park watching as the children played. Harry was not here, shit. Taking a seat on the bench tears falling down my face once again. I couldn't think of anything but Harry styles. It's all my fault for everything, I knew Harry would find out about the article it was inevitable.

Wiping away the fresh tears standing up fixing myself, making my way out of the park. I know where to find Harry he has to be there, where else would he go in New York City? My heart still pounding heavy in my chest unable to focus on anything but finding Harry at the moment. I feel like he just needs to hear me out.