“What the fuck?” Anger, well…more anger, overtakes his face.
“Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, you don’t get to fucking walk away after I just went down on you, that’s so fucking unfair.”
“I’m sorry, do you really want to talk about unfair? I think if you look up the dictionary definition of unfair; it’s cutting someone out of your life without any explanation whatsoever.” I hiss.
“You shouldn’t fucking need an explanation, Char! You know what you did!” He sits up, outraged.
“What I did? What the fuck did I do? I don’t recall doing anything to deserve that!” I shout, I am being so careful to not sound like I’m about to cry. I don’t fucking cry over Harry Styles anymore. No way, I need to get off and I get out when it comes to Harry Styles. He fucking left me without any reasoning so I can fucking leave him with out getting him off.
“Seriously, are you that fucking delusional? Do you not remember? Do you not remember doing the one thing that I would never be able to come back from?!” He shouts, his jaw is clenched so tight.
“I didn’t do anything! You’re insane, I have literally no idea what you’re talking about!” This is the most frustrating interaction we have ever had.
“Stop lying to me! You know what you did!” He snarls, furiously.
“No Harry I genuinely don’t! Please, tell me what awful thing I could have possibly done to you to deserve you just cutting me out of your life like that, like what we had was nothing!”
“Clearly what we had was nothing if you could fuck Louis the first chance you got!”
“What are you talking about? Those photos at the park? I didn’t fuck Louis!”
“Stop lying!” He shouts, his whole face just looks so overwhelmed with emotion it’s almost a little bit heartbreaking. But not really because what is actually heartbreaking is having the love of your life completely cut you out.
“I didn’t sleep with him that day!”
“Yeah not that day!” He mocks, rolling his eyes at me.
“Or any day! I haven’t slept with him since…fuck I don’t even know when it’s been that long but definitely not this year!” I screech at him, but it’s like everything I say is just going over the top of his head. He’s not hearing me, he’s not believing anything I’m saying. I don’t know why I fucking care anyway.
“I heard you! Just drop the innocent act Lola, you’re a slut, and not a very good one. You threw away a lifetime of happiness with me, not to mention five years of friendship, on a quick fuck! Was it worth it? And don’t even try to deny it because I fucking heard you!”
“You what?”
“I heard you! I heard you screaming his name and saying how you’d wanted it for so long and fucking hell Lola did you really think I’d be okay with that? Were you really surprised when I just stopped talking to you!”
What the fuck is going on? I didn’t…I don’t understand.
“Harry I have no idea what you’re talking about! I never slept with him! I promise, I didn’t. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Bullshit you wouldn’t. You’re literally lying to my face right now. I came to Manchester to tell you that I wanted to make it work and I wanted to do this for the long haul, fuck I’d even contemplated proposing, and then I heard you fucking Louis through the door!”
“But I wasn’t there!” I scream, this is so frustrating, he’s not listening to me.
“Yes you were! Who else could it have been Lola? I know Louis I know what he sounds like!”
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Strangers
Fanfiction"@CharJones: Distance is relative to the time that it takes to get on a plane or make a mistake" The third and final installment of the Friends Trilogy. Lola started off sure of herself and her path in life only to have it all crumbling down when...
