Authors Note: So this took me literally two and a half days to write this because it kept deleting itself. There is going to be one last chapter and the story will be done. I made this extra long to make up for the last chapter. I really hope you guys enjoy the chapter and please give me feed back. Sorry for any errors :)

It was every where. It was on the streets, it was on the tongues of my friends, it was on the television, on the radio, in magazines, on the web, it literally was everywhere. I had to escape. I had to find peace in this chaos. That is where I found myself in this dark hotel room at 2 o'clock in the morning. My eyes red, sore, and swollen. My phone off and only my thoughts and a confusing book to keep me entertained until I felt better.

I didn't know what was going on. I was oblivious, unaware, innocent to the event. I had no clue why my two roommates were sneaking and sleuthing around the apartment lately, numbed tongues blocking them from telling me. It had felt like everyone had a secret and didn't want to tell me.

Out of all the things, I found out from two girls gossiping behind me during a lecture. Names being mentioned and one very hurting word. Finally giving up I turned around and so kindly asked the girls to share what they were talking about since it so happened to have my name mentioned in it. Surprised the girls told me. Instantly my stomach dropped, the warmth of my body had just disapeared. I felt sick, I needed to leave. I rushed out of the room and towards my apartment.

"Wha-" Rachael trailed off. Stunned by the loud slam of the door. As soon as I saw her I put the pieces together. She knew! She and Sam both knew! That was why they wre being so hesitant all the time! Her voice sorrowful and sympathetic as she saw the hurt in my eyes. "You know." She tried to pull me into an embrace but I jerked away.

"Yes I know!" I snapped.

"Before you get hasty you just need to listen. We were afraid you and Harry wouldn't be able to talk before you broke it off! We didn't want you to know unless he told you!" She tried to calm me. Soothing her tone. It wasn't working.

"You are on his side! You are on the cheater's side!" Horror struck that she was defending him.

"It wasn't his fault! He was drunk!" She tried to protest but I stopped her.

"It is his fault!" I barked out. Voilently shaking with anger.

"It was a mistake he didn't know what was happening! Just let him talk to you!" She begged, pleading.

"I am not going to talk to him! It wasn't a mistake. He couldn't stop being a horny ass piece of shit for just one second!" Rage was taking over my body. I couldn't stop it from spreading. I could feel my blood pressure going up. The blood pumping fast threw my body.

"You don't understand Bricklyn! He loves you!" She tried to grab my arm but I smacked her hand away.

"What is going on in here?" Sam asked returning home from her class. She looked between us and it didn't take long until she felt the tension in the air. Her eyes sinking as she realized what was happening. "She found out, didn't she?"

"I was going to find out anyways!" I screamed.

"Bricklyn you got to understand that Harry wanted to tell you first! He called us and explained what happened!" Sam tried to come over and hold me but again I jerked away from her.

"I won't listen." I shouted as I dashed to my room throwing the door closed.

"You need to understand the whole story! Talk to Harry!" Racheal shouted through the door banging on it and fighting with the locked door knob.

"I won't listen!" I repeated again. My voice shaking with tears as I shoved clothing from drawers into a bag.

"Please jus- NO! NO!" Racheal screamed in horror as she saw the bag as I stormed out of my room.

"Grab her! Don't let her go!" Sam cried out as both the girls shoved me into the wall. I dropped my bag by the force and gasped for air. They slammed me to hard that the air was knocked out of me.

"YOU WON'T LEAVE!" Rachael shouted.

"I am calling Harry." Sam said as she released her hold on me and dialled up Harry. His voice was loud enought to hear over the speaker as he picked up. "She knows and she is trying to leave!" Sam rushed. "Talk to her!"

"I am not going to listen to him! I hate him! I hate him!" I screamed trying to shake from Rachael's grasp on me. "Let me go! You two are two faced backstabbing bitches! I hate you all! I hate the cheating bastard! He is a manwhore!" I cried out. I was right from when the first time I met him!

I finally broke lose and quickly grabbed my bag and slammed the door shut. Running through the halls and outside! Calling for a cab and diving into the nearest one. Not letting myself look back to the the two girls standing on the curb as they watched me drive off.

"Do I want to know?" Asked the driver.

"No, just take me to a quiet hotel." Was all I said to the driver.

I paid for the ride and then quickly entered into the hotel lobby. Giving a pathetic smile and greeting as I rented out a room for a week. Once I was inside the room, locked the door and slid down. I let the tears burst out of my eyes as I began to cry for a much needed hour.

Slowly I got up and wondered over to the bed where I collapsed. I had to shut my phone off after recieving plenty of calls from numerous people. I dared to turn on the tv but regretted it. It was a gossip show that was talking about the recent affair Harry Styles had with his long time model friend Dia. SHe was a model! Of course she was a model! Of course Harry would cheat on me with a model! She was tall, skinny, gorgeous, famous, rich. Everything that I wasn't. I hated her, I hated Harry but I also hated myself. I stripped and got in the shower hoping for it to calm my nerves but found myself laying on the floor. My hot salty tears mixing with the fresh water droplets. The hot stinging water reminding me off Harry. Everytime we took a shower together and how he would always pushed me up against the cold wall. The heat from his body and the shower mixing well with the cold tiles. How he tried so hard to seduce me. What if I gave in? Would he have cheated? Would he had been satisfied? Was this all my fault because I didn't give Harry my damn virginity? No! It isn't my fault! I wasn't ready. No one should force me to have sex. It was Harry's fault!

I got out and shifted through the bag for something comfy to get into. Thank god I brought a book to read, but it hurt more. It was as if it was talking to me. The story was of a girl who's lover betrays her but since their love was so strong they stayed together. BULLSHIT! I chucked the book at the wall. Looking over I see it was past midnight. My body exhausted but my mind wide awake. I tried so hard to get these thoughts of Harry out of my mind but they were so much forcefull that they kept getting pushed back into my head.

The many times where I laid against Harry's chest. His heartbeat sounding in my ear. How he pushed my curls out of my face and playing with the strands. He would always talked about how if we had children the curls would be outragious. How he caressed my hand when he held it. The long talk about our futures on the cold night that was only a few weeks ago when he visited for the holidays. The time where we went skinny dipping and we couldn't stop laughing. Then there was the time that Harry was the most loving man I have ever met.

We were in Australia back in the summer. The rest of the boys were out and about and Rachael was still in our room as I was with Harry in his room. We were cuddling and watching some talk show. He wasn't paying much attention because he was nuzzling my neck and chin with his nose. Whispering sweets thoughts about me and kissing me gently here and there.

"I ment what I said last night." He whispered.

"I know." I softly kissed his nose. Last night when Harry had slept with me he had told me he loved me.

"I love you." He murmerd into my shoulder. Leaving a small wet kiss.

"I love you too." I smiled, Kissing his cheek.

"I love how you don't care much abou the fame." Harry said kissing my forhead. "I love how you were hard to get at first." He went on. "How you just won't give in.He kissed my cheek. "The way you get all frustrated and your nose scrunches up." He kissed my nose." How curly your hair is." Kissing my other cheek. "The way you say my name." He kissed my ear. "You cute little american accent." He kissed my lips. Stopping there. His smooth lips gliding over mine so delicately, parting mine here and there. Heat radiating off his and soaking in with each touch. Our kiss' were passionate but sweet.

"I love you." He said again whispering it in my ear before sucking and nibbling on my lobe.

"You are enjoying this to much." I could feel Harry's smile spreading across his face.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He whispered returning his lips back to my ear.

I looked Harry straight in the eyes holding his head between my hands. "I love you." Harry's smile broke out wider and he soon connected our lips together once again.

My body felt numb as I was remembering all the good memories. I hated to think about how much I missed him. Last time we talked was a week ago. Then the next day he cheated.

I sighed waking up to the sun rays shining through the cheap curtains. Looking around and remembering why I was in this hotel room. My heart aching at the thought that Harry cheated on me. I had missed my first class of the day but had an hour left before I had my next class. I quietly got ready where I broke down crying. I kept shedding tears at the thought of Harry sleeping with another girl, even just thinking about him brought me down. I knew I had to keep calm in class, not to show any emotion because probably everyone knew.

Stepping into the class was painful. I felt the tension, eyes all staring at me. I had to keep my head down and not make contact. Trying my best to keep attention on the lecture but my mind wandering. The class felt like forever and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as soon as the professor dismissed us. I was the first one to rush out of the room.

This went on with the rest of my classes and on to the next day. The intense stares, the awkward silence, the humilating appearances. I finally gave up with the tough girl act and missed a whole day of classes knowing I was going to hate it when I had many assignments to make up. I needed to breathe and heal.

I had finallly turned on my phone but ignored the calls and called my mom. She flew me out to Utah knowing I needed to escape. I spotted her at the airport and the first thing I could do was bury my face in her shoulder and cry. She rubbed my back and hushed me.

"Don't waste your tears on him, come home and we can make brownies and cookies and just pig out." I wiped the tears and nodded. My mother just knew what I wanted.

I crashed as soon as we got home but made my mom change the sheets. I was acting childish I know but I burst out in tears as I remembered Harry slept in the bad along with me. Even after my mom took the sheets off I still couldn't sleep on the bed and ended up on Chelsie's bed. She didn't understand fully what happened only knew that I wasn't happy with Harry.

"Don't worry, you guys will make up and be happy." She smiled.

"I don't think we will be making up Chelsie. Harry did something that isn't easy to forgive."

"What did he do? Surely you and him will work things out." She asked innocent with life.

"Something bad but I can't tell you much of it."

"Whatever it is, Harry is still a good guy. I like Harry. He was nice." She whispered wrapping her arms around me and smiling up at me.

"He was nice huh. He liked you too." I smiled down at her and kissed her forhead.

"Chelsie, come downstairs and help mama make dinner. Let Bricklyn sleep dear." My mom called, Chelsie smiled one last time a tme before she dashed out the door to go help.

I needed the nap and was glad to wake up in a familiar place instead of the cheap hotel room. The smell of what was for dinner was wrapped around the house and the environment was actually calming and familiar that I felt happy. I was enjoying myself for the first time in a few days.

"You and Harry going to talk things out?" My dad asked.

"When I am ready but I don't think it will change anything." I sighed flopping my fork of mash potatoes back on my plate and repeating it.

"We understand if things don't work out. What he did wasn't the best thing to do." My mom added.

"Can someone tell me what Harry did?" Chelsie whined obviously feeling excluded.

"Harry just hurt Bricklyn." My dad spoke.

"I know that but how?" Chelsie complained.

"He was with another girl Chelsie." My mom included.

"Like kissed her?" Chelsie asked.

"Yeah he kissed her. Now you know so let it be." My mom hushed letting us eat dinner in peace.

After dinner I went upstairs and got dressed in my pj's. My mom came up a minute later with a bunch of brownies on a plate with milk. She kissed my forehead and let me be. As soon as she shut the door the tears were running down my face.My heart ached. I didn't want to feel the pain so I wasted no time to fall asleep.

After about a few days in Utah I decided to head back to Chicago. I said goodbye to the family and eagerly waited for what was going to happen when I walked through the door of the apartment. I was still deciding if I was mad at the girls or not. They didn't want to tell me because Harry insisted they don't. But if he was going to tell me for himself why did he wait to long? No matter what though, I still believed they should have told me.

Luckily when I got to the apartment no one was there. I had to make sure their stuff was still there because I was worried they moved out and relocated.The odd thing though was my bed was messed up as if someone had slept in it. I plopped my stuff down. Investigating the room to check and see if anything was out of the ordinary too. I had tripped on something and faceplanted into the carpet. Huffing, I got up but stopped on my hands and knees as I looked back behind me to see the suitcase stuffed underneath the bed. A corner sticking out which I guess was the thing that tripped me. Carefully I pulled it out and unzipped it. In it had a bunch of men's clothing. Not just any ordinary men's clothing. It had Harry Styles clothing.

Shit! Shit! Shit! He was here and he slept in my bed. He would come back soon along with the others. I panicked and flipped out grabbing my stuff ready to go and find another hotel. I opened the apartments door but quickly slammed it shut. They were coming, just my luck. He was with them. They probably saw and heard the door shut. They know I am here. I rushed to my room shutting the door just as I heard the front door thrown open.

"Bricklyn!" He called out.

I locked the door and rushed towards the window. We were only two feet up from the ground. No fire exit or anything. I could jump and hopefully be able to run free with minor injuries or die by breaking my spine or neck. I ruled out jumping. I could keep the door locked and hide in the closet forever. But then they might break the door open and I would probably starve plus I need to go to the bathroom.

"C'mon Bricklyn! Open the damn door!" Sam demanded.

"Just sit down and talk please." Harry's voice was pleading.

"Go die!" I shouted.

It went silent and no one spoke or made a sound for quite awhile. I was wondering if they left and thought I should open the door and check. But they could still be standing at the door.

"It's just me Bricklyn." Harry said through the door. They had left because I heard Harry's heavy footsteps as he approached. The door creaked as he pushed his wait against it. "Can we talk?"

"No." I snapped but it sounded pathetic because I was sobbing.

"Please?" He begged.

"Go away." I sobbed. I sat on the floor by my bed.

"I didn't mean to do it." The door creaked again as Harry slid down the side.

"I don't care."

"I got out of hand. I blacked out and woke up next to her. I had no idea and I felt nothing." Harry's voice shook.

"You still slept with her!" I screamed.

"I am so sorry. I love you!"

"No you don't! Shut up!" I threw a pillow at the door. I felt stupid afterwards for even throwing it.

"I do! I love you Bricklyn! I only wanted you. I wouldn't have done it if I knew what I was doing."

"I hate you." I cried.

"Babe, Bricklyn please don't. Please."

"I hope your happy now that you got laid finally!" I hissed.

"Bricklyn!" Harry slammed on the door making me jump. "Sorry." He apologized after hearing me yelp.

"Please, just go away Harry."

"If you aren't going to let me talk I will just make you listen. I have been loyal since we started dating! No cheating, no flirting, no sex. I was stressed from the late nights and not being able to see you and the boys invited me to go out. I didn't expect to get that drunk. I was just having fun and I ran into her and we caught up but I guess when I blacked out things got out of hand. I swear I didn't remember anything. I didn't know what happened until I woke up next to her naked. She told me what happened and I knew I messed shit up! I am so sorry. I made it clear that I didn't mean it or anything and when she left they caught her and took pictures and all hell brakes loose." Things fell silent and I soaked the story in.

"Bullshit!" I called.

"That's the truth! I never meant to do anything like that! I would never try and hurt you on purpose!"

I didn't answer back. It was silent for a moment. I looked around and remembered something. I got up off the floor and opened my closet. Reaching up I grabbed the box of condoms and book I recieved for Christmas. I had hid them on the top shelf.

"Bricklyn?" Harry called concerned.

"Shut up! I am thinking asshole!" I snapped harshly. My voice hard. No more tears. I felt angry now, I wanted revenge.

I began to formulate a plan. I know I should be thinking this. I know this was bad but it was the best thing I could come up with. It was out of my character but that made it unexpected. After make Harry wait for quite a while, I walked over to the door and opened it. Harry quickly got to his feet and was about to speak but I reached up and kissed him. His lips pushed forcefully unto mine. Dragging long motions across his lips. Parting them and sucking and biting here and there. I pulled him into the room and shoving him against the door making it shut close. Continuously kissing him but breaking to lift his shirt off his body and flinging it behind me. Crossing the room and shoving Harry on the messy bed.

"Are we really going to do this?" He asked astonished by my actions.

"Yes. I love you Harry. I want to show how much I love you." I purred getting down on my knees and unbottoning his jeans.

"Are you sure? I mean I don't want it to be to la-" He broke off.

I grabbed the a condom off my night table.