Mistreated
Distance
Wednesday October 30th
Iris’s POV:
Last night, so many thoughts ran through my head. As my mind put all the puzzle pieces together, I just laid in bed with my Christmas lights. I realize that without Harry, those lights are all I have. I don’t want that to be the case, but what if I hurt him again? Before me, he was happier…wasn’t he? I mean look at him now. He is slowly making his way to rock bottom and I’m the one who’s unintentionally sending him there.
At school today, he sent Perrie to bring me lunch. I feel like he’s trying to avoid me as much as I’m trying to avoid him. Can you really blame him? I was such a jerk to him. I made sure to apologize to Perrie for scaring the crap out of her and for ignoring her when I thought Harry used me. She understood, but I still felt terrible.
After school, I couldn’t bring myself to go to the track since I know Harry will be there. Instead, I found myself downtown where all the shops were. I’ve lived here all my life and I can honestly tell you, I’ve never been here before. My parents don’t take me anywhere. When Skye took me shopping, we went to the mall, but this place…it’s so much better than a mall. I can walk down the streets, breathing in the fresh air, and look through all the unique and old shops. To me, that’s so much better than a mall.
I came across a flower stand and smiled as I examined the beautiful plants. My smile faded when I noticed irises were on the stand. It reminded me of when Harry got me irises. I wish I knew the truth then. I would’ve been so happy to receive such a cheesy gesture.
“Hey,” a familiar voice filled my ears. I faced Andrew and shot him an obviously fake smile before walking away. “Wait, please let me explain.”
“Why should I?” I continued walking away.
He ran so he was in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks. “I know I don’t deserve to explain a thing, but I wanted to give you this.” He held out a key that hung from a chain.
“Is that…?”
He nodded and chuckled, “The key to your heart. A.K.A. the key-chain.”
“I can’t believe you still have that,” I laughed and grabbed it from his hand to examine it further.
“I always have it in my pocket.”
I furrowed my brows, “Why?”
He started rocking back and forth, “Because I’ve always had a place in my heart for you.”
“Andrew-“
He waved his hand, “Just hear me out.” I nodded. “I honestly don’t get why I did it either, but it never should’ve happened. I now know that Riley has always been the wrong choice. I just wanted to personally apologize for that and for all I put you through.” I felt tears appear in my eyes as my thumb stroked the key. “I'm so sorry, for everything."
“How do I know I can trust you?” my voice croaked.
“I guess you don’t,” he shook his head. “But I swear this time I’m sincere. I’m done with Riley for good.” He pointed to the key, “I just thought Harry might be more worthy of that than I am. In fact, I’m not entitled to it at all.”
I put the key in my pocket, “Well, he certainly has proved himself nobler than you.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he chuckled.
I smiled, “I was such a dork when we were together. I don’t even understand how you put up with me. I mean, come on, I gave you a stupid key.”
“It wasn’t stupid,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “And I’d give anything to have that dorky girl back. It’s my fault she’s even gone in the first place.”
In that moment my heart began to flutter. It wasn’t like I had feelings for him, but a part of me knew that this time was real. I could see it in his eyes, he really meant it. Still, I didn’t want to let my guard down, even if I knew this time it was different. It's just nice to know that Andrew helped put some of my confusion to rest.
“Later Iris,” he waved and walked off. I was stunned that this conversation even happened, but it definitely brought light to my situation. Andrew was right, Harry deserves my heart more than anyone. If all the feelings were really there all this time, I don’t know why I’m even second guessing my connection with Harry. I won’t hurt him this time, I won’t allow myself. It’s time that I start trusting my own instincts and better yet, it’s time to put faith in myself. But this key…is garbage.
I reached in my pocket and pulled it out to observe it one last time. Once upon a time, a year ago, a dweeb gave a boy this key, claiming only he could unlock her heart. The truth is, it didn’t take a simple key to unleash her love for him. Her heart needed one spell: the touch from the right man. Sir Andrew, was not that man. Prince Harry was.
I took the key and held it over a trashcan, slowly releasing it into its new home. I’m proud of myself for ridding myself of my kryptonite. My heart pounded with excitement and I scanned my environment with a smile on my face. Yet again, my smile faded at a sad sight. My eyes landed on Harry and Harry was making out with some redhead.
I guess not all fairytales have happy endings…
Ever since I found Harry with that girl, I’ve seen him with a new one every day. It’s clear he’s trying to move on, but I doubt it’s working. He can’t even commit to a single one of them. Even if he is in a relationship with one of them, he’s cheating on her with almost every girl in the school. I don’t even know if he’s happy or if he’s okay. He’s been avoiding the shit out of me.
I want so badly to talk to him but if he wanted to talk to me, he’d actually show up at the track. I hardly see him anymore. We pass each other in the halls and he signs to me ‘smile’, but that’s the only communication we have. I’ve tried stopping him to talk so many times, but he just shakes his head and walks away.
Perrie and Zayn have started being my lunch buddies, and say they rarely even hang out with Harry anymore. I’m worried that Harry has been choosing to block everyone out of his life. I’m afraid he’s only hurting himself in the process.
I think he’s scared. Like he doesn’t know how to cope with anything anymore. I’m still in his old position, hoping to help the helpless. I wish things were different. I get that it never was my fault in the first place, and I’ve forgiven myself. Yet, I still lay on my floor wrapped in lights. I’m so alone without him and I just wish he’d show up. I wish he was here. I need him.
Saturday November 23rd
“Hey,” Harry’s voice rasped. Wait…Harry.
I shot up from my lying position on the tracks to look at him. “Hey?”
“Yeah, hey,” he chuckled.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for a month and all you have to say is ‘hey’?” I snapped.
He played with gravel around him, “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
Confusion plastered his face as he looked me in the eye, “Why are you being so hostile?”
“Forget it,” I stood up. If he doesn’t even understand, then I don't even want to be near him.
“Wait!” I stopped and faced him. “I got you a gift,” he shoved his hand in his pocket and held a little box out to me.
I hesitantly walked over and took the box from him. I won’t deny my excitement. Harry was still in there somewhere. I opened the box to reveal a necklace:
Disappointment flooded my mind. It was just a Lego on a chain.
“Happy birthday,” he grinned.
“Thanks,” I half smiled. I feel bad that I wasn’t happy. I sound so greedy, but I was expecting more from him. I suppose I should just be glad he remembered my birthday.
“You’re sad,” he stood to his feet and looked deeply into my eyes. “Why?”
I sighed, “Harry, I’m going away for Thanksgiving break tomorrow. I'll be gone for a week.” So I told him a different reason I'm sad...
“Oh.”
“It’s the first Thanksgiving my family is actually taking me with them, and it’s all thanks to my sisters.”
“I’m happy for you,” he half smiled.
I frowned, “I’m gonna miss you, but it’s not like I’ve really seen much of you anyways.” He stayed silent. “Just take care of yourself while I’m gone. Can you do that?”
He slowly dropped his head so he was staring at the ground, “I can’t promise that.”
“Well you better,” I tilted his head up so he’d look at me. “You better, for me.”
“Only for you,” he nodded. Great, now he's got me all curious.
“Do you still care about me?”
He removed my hands from my face, “Want me to put your necklace on for you?”
I shook my head, “Why can’t you just answer me?”
“Iris, I can’t.”
“So you’d rather hurt me?” And that’s exactly what he’s doing. It breaks my heart to see him this way, but it also pains me that he doesn’t even want to try and patch things up.
“That’s what I’m trying not to do!” he yelled.
“And look how well that’s working out for you!” I yelled back, tears filling my eyes. “You’re not Harry! You’re so distant and so cold! Where’s the guy who didn’t care what people thought?! Where’s the guy who wasn’t afraid of anything?! Where’s the guy I was falling for?!” His eyes widened. “I want that Harry back! I realized he never broke me; I’m just broken without him! That’s why I cut myself! Because I need him in my life, not because I don’t want him in my life!”
He just stood like a stone, his mouth trying to say words.
I cried, “God, don’t you see, Harry? You’re my medicine. You cure me from all the pain and you make me feel like me again. You make me breathe. You're so much better than the knife. I want you. I need you.”
“Mercy,” he stepped closer and I stepped back.
I shook my head, “You’re not you. When you are, then you can call me.”
Then, like always, I ran. I ran home bawling my eyes out. I just admitted to Harry that I was falling head over heels over him. I just stepped miles out of my comfort zone, but isn’t that what he’s always wanted? Me to step out of my comfort zone? In relationships, we all take risks for one another or for ourselves. I’m not sure who I just took a leap for, but I hope it’s worth it in the end. I hope he sees the light like I do.
Iris’s POV:
Last night, so many thoughts ran through my head. As my mind put all the puzzle pieces together, I just laid in bed with my Christmas lights. I realize that without Harry, those lights are all I have. I don’t want that to be the case, but what if I hurt him again? Before me, he was happier…wasn’t he? I mean look at him now. He is slowly making his way to rock bottom and I’m the one who’s unintentionally sending him there.
At school today, he sent Perrie to bring me lunch. I feel like he’s trying to avoid me as much as I’m trying to avoid him. Can you really blame him? I was such a jerk to him. I made sure to apologize to Perrie for scaring the crap out of her and for ignoring her when I thought Harry used me. She understood, but I still felt terrible.
After school, I couldn’t bring myself to go to the track since I know Harry will be there. Instead, I found myself downtown where all the shops were. I’ve lived here all my life and I can honestly tell you, I’ve never been here before. My parents don’t take me anywhere. When Skye took me shopping, we went to the mall, but this place…it’s so much better than a mall. I can walk down the streets, breathing in the fresh air, and look through all the unique and old shops. To me, that’s so much better than a mall.
I came across a flower stand and smiled as I examined the beautiful plants. My smile faded when I noticed irises were on the stand. It reminded me of when Harry got me irises. I wish I knew the truth then. I would’ve been so happy to receive such a cheesy gesture.
“Hey,” a familiar voice filled my ears. I faced Andrew and shot him an obviously fake smile before walking away. “Wait, please let me explain.”
“Why should I?” I continued walking away.
He ran so he was in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks. “I know I don’t deserve to explain a thing, but I wanted to give you this.” He held out a key that hung from a chain.
“Is that…?”
He nodded and chuckled, “The key to your heart. A.K.A. the key-chain.”
“I can’t believe you still have that,” I laughed and grabbed it from his hand to examine it further.
“I always have it in my pocket.”
I furrowed my brows, “Why?”
He started rocking back and forth, “Because I’ve always had a place in my heart for you.”
“Andrew-“
He waved his hand, “Just hear me out.” I nodded. “I honestly don’t get why I did it either, but it never should’ve happened. I now know that Riley has always been the wrong choice. I just wanted to personally apologize for that and for all I put you through.” I felt tears appear in my eyes as my thumb stroked the key. “I'm so sorry, for everything."
“How do I know I can trust you?” my voice croaked.
“I guess you don’t,” he shook his head. “But I swear this time I’m sincere. I’m done with Riley for good.” He pointed to the key, “I just thought Harry might be more worthy of that than I am. In fact, I’m not entitled to it at all.”
I put the key in my pocket, “Well, he certainly has proved himself nobler than you.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he chuckled.
I smiled, “I was such a dork when we were together. I don’t even understand how you put up with me. I mean, come on, I gave you a stupid key.”
“It wasn’t stupid,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “And I’d give anything to have that dorky girl back. It’s my fault she’s even gone in the first place.”
In that moment my heart began to flutter. It wasn’t like I had feelings for him, but a part of me knew that this time was real. I could see it in his eyes, he really meant it. Still, I didn’t want to let my guard down, even if I knew this time it was different. It's just nice to know that Andrew helped put some of my confusion to rest.
“Later Iris,” he waved and walked off. I was stunned that this conversation even happened, but it definitely brought light to my situation. Andrew was right, Harry deserves my heart more than anyone. If all the feelings were really there all this time, I don’t know why I’m even second guessing my connection with Harry. I won’t hurt him this time, I won’t allow myself. It’s time that I start trusting my own instincts and better yet, it’s time to put faith in myself. But this key…is garbage.
I reached in my pocket and pulled it out to observe it one last time. Once upon a time, a year ago, a dweeb gave a boy this key, claiming only he could unlock her heart. The truth is, it didn’t take a simple key to unleash her love for him. Her heart needed one spell: the touch from the right man. Sir Andrew, was not that man. Prince Harry was.
I took the key and held it over a trashcan, slowly releasing it into its new home. I’m proud of myself for ridding myself of my kryptonite. My heart pounded with excitement and I scanned my environment with a smile on my face. Yet again, my smile faded at a sad sight. My eyes landed on Harry and Harry was making out with some redhead.
I guess not all fairytales have happy endings…
Ever since I found Harry with that girl, I’ve seen him with a new one every day. It’s clear he’s trying to move on, but I doubt it’s working. He can’t even commit to a single one of them. Even if he is in a relationship with one of them, he’s cheating on her with almost every girl in the school. I don’t even know if he’s happy or if he’s okay. He’s been avoiding the shit out of me.
I want so badly to talk to him but if he wanted to talk to me, he’d actually show up at the track. I hardly see him anymore. We pass each other in the halls and he signs to me ‘smile’, but that’s the only communication we have. I’ve tried stopping him to talk so many times, but he just shakes his head and walks away.
Perrie and Zayn have started being my lunch buddies, and say they rarely even hang out with Harry anymore. I’m worried that Harry has been choosing to block everyone out of his life. I’m afraid he’s only hurting himself in the process.
I think he’s scared. Like he doesn’t know how to cope with anything anymore. I’m still in his old position, hoping to help the helpless. I wish things were different. I get that it never was my fault in the first place, and I’ve forgiven myself. Yet, I still lay on my floor wrapped in lights. I’m so alone without him and I just wish he’d show up. I wish he was here. I need him.
Saturday November 23rd
“Hey,” Harry’s voice rasped. Wait…Harry.
I shot up from my lying position on the tracks to look at him. “Hey?”
“Yeah, hey,” he chuckled.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for a month and all you have to say is ‘hey’?” I snapped.
He played with gravel around him, “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
Confusion plastered his face as he looked me in the eye, “Why are you being so hostile?”
“Forget it,” I stood up. If he doesn’t even understand, then I don't even want to be near him.
“Wait!” I stopped and faced him. “I got you a gift,” he shoved his hand in his pocket and held a little box out to me.
I hesitantly walked over and took the box from him. I won’t deny my excitement. Harry was still in there somewhere. I opened the box to reveal a necklace:
Disappointment flooded my mind. It was just a Lego on a chain.
“Happy birthday,” he grinned.
“Thanks,” I half smiled. I feel bad that I wasn’t happy. I sound so greedy, but I was expecting more from him. I suppose I should just be glad he remembered my birthday.
“You’re sad,” he stood to his feet and looked deeply into my eyes. “Why?”
I sighed, “Harry, I’m going away for Thanksgiving break tomorrow. I'll be gone for a week.” So I told him a different reason I'm sad...
“Oh.”
“It’s the first Thanksgiving my family is actually taking me with them, and it’s all thanks to my sisters.”
“I’m happy for you,” he half smiled.
I frowned, “I’m gonna miss you, but it’s not like I’ve really seen much of you anyways.” He stayed silent. “Just take care of yourself while I’m gone. Can you do that?”
He slowly dropped his head so he was staring at the ground, “I can’t promise that.”
“Well you better,” I tilted his head up so he’d look at me. “You better, for me.”
“Only for you,” he nodded. Great, now he's got me all curious.
“Do you still care about me?”
He removed my hands from my face, “Want me to put your necklace on for you?”
I shook my head, “Why can’t you just answer me?”
“Iris, I can’t.”
“So you’d rather hurt me?” And that’s exactly what he’s doing. It breaks my heart to see him this way, but it also pains me that he doesn’t even want to try and patch things up.
“That’s what I’m trying not to do!” he yelled.
“And look how well that’s working out for you!” I yelled back, tears filling my eyes. “You’re not Harry! You’re so distant and so cold! Where’s the guy who didn’t care what people thought?! Where’s the guy who wasn’t afraid of anything?! Where’s the guy I was falling for?!” His eyes widened. “I want that Harry back! I realized he never broke me; I’m just broken without him! That’s why I cut myself! Because I need him in my life, not because I don’t want him in my life!”
He just stood like a stone, his mouth trying to say words.
I cried, “God, don’t you see, Harry? You’re my medicine. You cure me from all the pain and you make me feel like me again. You make me breathe. You're so much better than the knife. I want you. I need you.”
“Mercy,” he stepped closer and I stepped back.
I shook my head, “You’re not you. When you are, then you can call me.”
Then, like always, I ran. I ran home bawling my eyes out. I just admitted to Harry that I was falling head over heels over him. I just stepped miles out of my comfort zone, but isn’t that what he’s always wanted? Me to step out of my comfort zone? In relationships, we all take risks for one another or for ourselves. I’m not sure who I just took a leap for, but I hope it’s worth it in the end. I hope he sees the light like I do.
Notes
Sorry I haven't updated in a couple days. Yesterday was my birthday and the day before I was busy. I'm hoping to update twice tomorrow, or at least give you guys a long chapter.
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11/18/17