arrangement [h.s]

I never thought that a one-night stand would get me into so much trouble or bring me so much pain. But it did. It happened.

"Bárbara, please. Just hear me out. I need you." Harry stands at my front door with an expression that is almost unreadable. After I don't say anything, he continues. "After we left the club and people saw us together," he rubs the back of his neck, "I don't know why but my music has been getting more streams and people are actually starting to hear what I am trying to say in my music.You are making a huge impact in my life, in my career. Please, just please think about letting me back into your life." He says and I stare at him. He really has the audacity to show up like this after everything that happened? Who the hell does he think he is?

"At least read some of the articles that have been written about us." He says sadly.

"What the fuck, Harry!" I scream, "You are just trying to use me to boost your career. You got even more famous because you were doing me a favor, right? I know that that is exactly what you're thinking. Big women like me can't get beautiful men like you, right? And if they do, it is just out of pity!" I roll my eyes and slam the door in his face before he can see me cry. My heart feels like it is in a thousand pieces. He thinks I haven't read the articles? That I haven't seen what the press is saying about me? They are just confirming what I already know; that I will never be enough. I wish that night had never happened. I wish I had never met Harry Styles.