Torn~A Harry Styles Fanfic
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  • Odsłon 57,254
  • Głosy 235
  • Części 19
  • Czas 1h 14m
W Trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano maj 24, 2012
'SHUT THE FUCK UP SANA! YOU SHOULDNT BE CRITIZING ME WHEN YOU'VE NEVER HAD A BOYFRIEND IN YOU ENTIRE SHITTY LIFE!' he yells back with full hatred and anger in his eyes. 
For the second time that day my heart shatters. But this time it hurts even more because I know that it's true and it's coming from the boy I love. 
Yes I have never had a boyfriend and he knows it. 

I don't know what to do.. I just collapse on the floor, holding my knees to my chest, and start to sob freely.

'Why does everyone hate me? What did I ever do? Am I just too ugly?' I whisper tears falling from my cheeks. 

Everyone just stands there staring at me and harry at shock. 

Harry is just standing there looking at me looking very regretful but still angry. 
'Why?! Why does everyone fucking hate me?! Answer me!' I yell at them my vision still blurry. 

Ramina looks at me and then just walks out the door. 
'Fuck you Harry Styles!' she screams before closing the door behind her. 

My heart feels so broken that I can't bear it. My head gets dizzy and I can't handle the pain anymore. My whole world goes black.


This is what happens when you are Torn with Harry Styles.
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I silently stared out the window. I had been here for three hours, just staring at the spot in the driveway that her white BMW had been parked next to my navy blue camero for three and a half years. For three fucking hours, I had tried to force at least one tear to fall, but the tears just weren't there. The usual sting of disappointment was gone. Willing your self to cry is impossible, just like forcing your self not to fall in love or just trying really hard not to. The girl who threw me a surprise birthday party, who has been through everything with me, who I used to think about everytime I sang, who told me she loved me... The girl that I was supposed to be madly in love with, walked out my door three hours ago. My phone started ringing in my hand and I contemplated picking it up. Still staring at the spot in my driveway, I answered. "Hello." I mumbled almost inaudible into the phone. The sentance that came out of Harry Styles mouth, made me drop my phone to the floor.