Shattered

I woke up in layer of sweat. Like, I was really hot.

I felt a secure hold around my waist. I looked down at the inked skin and realized there was only one arm like that. It was Harry's.

My eyes widened is shock, although it felt good to have his stong arms around me.

I quickly untangled myself from him without waking him up. He stirred, but that's it.

I waked into the bathroom and dug my phone from my pocket. I had 17 missed calls and 38 new messages. All of which were from my mother, Marilyn, and Harry.

I texted my mom back telling her I was ok, and that I was fine.

My reflection in the mirror looked much better than the last time I looked into it. I sighed, the memories of yesterday and the day before flooding into my mind.

Tears brimmed in my eyes. How could I be so stupid? If I wouldn't have had a stupid drink, this would have never happened.

Atleast Chance had the decency to knock me out so I didn't have to witness it myself.

I leaned on the counter for support, and before I knew it I was crying.

First this whole Chance thing, and then Harry? Why is Harry being so caring and kind? How long would e stay like this?

I just needed him. He's the only one besides Chance that knew what happened, therefor he's the only that can comfort me.

" Sydney?" I heard a raspy morning voice. My heart skipped a beat as I whipped around and saw Harry standing in the doorway.

" H-Harry." I wiped at my eyes.

" You don't need to cry." He murmered, walking foward and wrapping his arms around my waist. He brought me into his chest. He was still shirtless and his messy hair looked angelic.

It caught me off gaurd by his sudden choice of comfort, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his neck, letting the tears flow.

" Harry, promise me you'll keep what happened a secret." I pulled back. His features became understanding, and worried.

" Yes of course. I would never tell anyone what happened."

I nodded, glad that he answered with that and stepped back into his arms.

-

Harry and I sat on his couch watching tv.

" When do you want to go home?" Harry asked. I shrugged.

" Never." I muttered. He chuckled.

" Alright" he agreed, even though we both knew I'd have to go home soon.

I was startled by rock music.

It happened to be Harry's ringtone.

" It's Marilyn. I'm gonna go take this." He stepped up and walked into the kitchen.

Oh how I hope he won't tell her I'm here. I don't want her to get skeptical of us.

Even though of course, nothing is happening. Harry is just being a good friend... Right? Yeah. Of course. Harry and I feel nothing for eachother.

I dismissed those thoughts an shook my head, bringing my attention back to the tv screen.

" Erm- I'm not sure if that's a good idea," I heard Harry speak into his phone. What wasn't a good idea?

" Because I'm not even home Marilyn. I'm grocery shopping." He spat.

I sunk into the couch farther. Harry just lied to his girlfriend for me. And may I mention my sister?

Maybe it was Time for me to leave.

I stood up and went back to Harry's room, putting on my clothes that I had the night everything happened.

" What are you doing? Where are you going?" Harry walked in.


I slipped my phone in my pocket.

" You shouldn't have lied to her Harry. You could have just had me leave." I said, walking towards the doorway, but Harry stepped in my way, blocking me from leaving.

" Please move." I whined. Harry looked down and shook his head.

" Nope."

I groaned in frustration and lightly banged against his chest. I didn't feel like fighting right now.

" I'm not letting you leave yet. Not until I know you're mentally stable." He chuckled.

I looked up and glared at him.

" Since when do you care about me, Harry?" I questioned. I was honestly speaking .


Something flashed through his eyes but I couldn't quite read it.

I spoke again, " You're always so mean to me, and we never do anything but fight. All of a sudden something happens and you're on top of it acting like my hero."

Harry's gazed hardened, and he looked away from my eyes, looking past me.

His jaw clenched." You say it like I hate you."

I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

" I wouldn't put it past you."

His eyebrows furrowed.

" Wouldn't put what past you?" Harry looked upset.

" To hate me." I let out a shakey breathe.

He stumbled back like I had hit him in the gut.

" You think I hate you?"

I didn't respond, just looked away.

Harry took that as his answer and brought his bottom lip inbetween his teeth, spinning his lip ring in thought.

" Fine then. Leave. I don't give a shit what happens to you."

His words hurt, but somehow I expected it. How could I be so Naive.

I hadn't wanted him to say that. I wanted him to say how much he cared and how he could never hate me.

But I was wrong. I'm always wrong. I should know better to expect that. Harry and I would never happen.

I gave him one last hard look before rushing past him and out the door.

Looks like I'm taking the bus home.

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