jesssiestyles
Tears poured down my cheeks as I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the scene unfold. I couldn't believe this, it had to be a nightmare; a sick, delusional nightmare. I was at loss of words. How could he do this? How could he break down my walls, and pretend to care for me? He was sick, he was a monster, he didn't have a heart. "H-how could you?" My voice was shaky. I built up the courage to walk downstairs, closing my eyes as I swung my hand, making contact with his cheek. "get out" I whisper. But he didn't move. He stood there, those beautiful emerald eyes that I once loved staring at me in shock. "GET OUT!" I scream. I knew from that moment on I wanted nothing else to do with Harry Styles.