Unrequited Love
6
*4 months later*
Alessa’s POV
These past four months, everything has gone well, without Harry out of my mind for a little time. Thank god that I started to move on and Niall came in the way. I know I’ve never felt for anyone like I fell for Harry. I finally realised that he would never be mine unless he’d end relationship with Isabelle. They love each other and nothing’s going to break them apart. So finally, I told myself I should end everything, remembering what I deserve and move on. I know, it would take me a long time to find someone so amazing who’ll love me for me, who’ll heal my inner broken pieces and fix it again, and most important thing, won’t hurt me. I’m sick and tired craving for his attention when I know he’ll never notice it like he used to before. He found someone else and I should just deal with it that way, no matter if I’ll like it or not. He loves her, not me.
I’m done with tears. I’m wiping my eyes. If he doesn’t care then why the hell should I? I’m not going to stress over him anymore. It’s just isn’t worth it anymore, I tried to work something out but he just ignored it. I’m not trying to say I don’t want him, because I definitely do. All I’m saying is I’m done chasing after him.
I know ‘real feelings’ just not die.. No matter how hard I try, I’ll still keep them alive by feeding them memories and that’s the exact reason why it is so hard to move on from him. I am devastated mentally and emotionally, but I’m just going to smile, because I don’t want him to know how much he has hurt me. I don’t want him to see I’m dying inside. I’m going to start fake being happy and hoping my mind will start believing it, eventually.
After having him as the reason isn't worth the wait anymore, because all my love for him is now replaced by hate. Hatred that is caused by my broken heart. Hatred that I know would keep Harry and I forever apart..
Before I would've taken a bullet for him, but now I want to pull the trigger.. But still, a part of me just keeps coming back to him. Should I remove my brain to stop thinking about him? Or should I remove my heart so
I can stop loving him?
-
I was sitting down in the oval on the ground, patiently waiting for Niall, to come back with his food.
“That guy” I nodded left to right a few times, then starts laughing. He’s the most amazing best friend anyone could ever wish for. I love him to death, yet so freaking retarded as hell which makes me love him more.
“Funny shit” I cursed, hoping no one can hear or see I’m talking to myself. Sometimes, I’m just an idiot. I saw Niall and his food making his way down to me. I ran as fast as I could and slammed my chest into his trying to hug him, and unexpectedly about to fall, myself.
“Alessa! Be careful, you almost made me drop my food!” Niall raged at me, trying my best not to laugh. No one can touch his food.
“I was about to fall too but yet again, obviously you love your food more than me.” I act to seem upset, faking.
“Aww no, no and no! I’m sorry!” Niall actually seemed to have his ‘sorry eyes’ locked into mines, as I played along.
“Don’t worry, I know you love food more than me”
“No Alessa, I love you more than anything in the world, even more than food. You’re the only thing I care about.” Niall said, as it seemed to mean it. I don’t know if he means it in the other way..
“Awww, I was joking and you went along with it! Oh my god, Niall Horan, The Niall Horan said, he loves me more than food!” I yelled on top of my lungs even though everyone was busy playing something or having a conversation with each other, which was really noisy. I started jumping around, as Niall kept glancing.
“What?” I asked.
“You know…. I really meant it.” Niall opened up, getting closer to me than before.
“I know you did and I love you too, best friend!” I hugged him, as he shrugged saddened and hurt after what I just said.
-
Recess break finished as we both headed to our class, already had collided out arms into each other’s, looking like we’ve been best friends since we were toddlers.
Niall and I are always sitting next to each other since we’re together in every class. Thank god. We opened up our History notebook and got a pen out and starting taking notes about Elizabeth II, the Virgin Queen.
The teacher continued giving us information, all over again to make sure we got everything noted to study later for the final Exam before the term ends.
“Here comes the frustration.” I scoffed making the *God said Adam and Eve, not History and the final exam* I looked at Niall, as his face was about to explode from laughter because he kept it in, without making any noise. His cheeks were flashing hot red, for laughing too much, silently so the teacher wouldn’t separate us.
“You funny thing!” he whispered then again, cracking up like no tomorrow. He made me laugh so much causing my stomach start to ache, because of his face was sicklying hilarious. Every time I stopped, and then looked back at him, I began to crack up all over again.
“Alright, what’s going on? Ms Lui, our History teacher came towards our table.
“N- Nothing” I stutter, trying my hardest not to burst out laughing. She turned her back at us, and then walked back to her table.
Niall poked my cheeks, and then finally we stopped. Ah Niall, he really knows how to make me happy. I looked around the class, looking what everyone was doing and I felt like emerald green eyes, glaring at me. Oh, I forgot. Harry is in this class. He’s mostly in all of my classes. I gave him a death stare, wanting him to stop, yet he didn’t as his eyes were still locked into mines, wanting to tell me something.
-
The bell rung and everyone in the class pushed themselves, putting everything in their back pack, unconditionally, desperate to get out of this classroom, as soon as possible.
I looked over to Niall, who already has packed 5 minutes ago even though the bell didn’t ranged, waiting for me to put my stuff in my bag.
“Oh, hurry up Alessa, I need to go to Maths staffroom to do my test I haven’t done!” Niall said, walking around in circles.
“You can go if you want to”
“Alright, I’ll see you at 4th period.” Niall hugged me, as he stormed out of the classroom.
-
After 3 minutes later, everyone was already at lunch yet I was still writing some extra few notes to help me get me a better mark in the final exam. I finished writing and quickly put my stuff in my back pack. I wore my back pack, about to head to door, until someone tapped my shoulder and it felt like a strong soft hand, asking me to turn around. I thought everyone was already gone to lunch and I wondered if who it could be.
I turned around, seeing the unexpected…. Harry.
“Can I talk to you?"
Alessa’s POV
These past four months, everything has gone well, without Harry out of my mind for a little time. Thank god that I started to move on and Niall came in the way. I know I’ve never felt for anyone like I fell for Harry. I finally realised that he would never be mine unless he’d end relationship with Isabelle. They love each other and nothing’s going to break them apart. So finally, I told myself I should end everything, remembering what I deserve and move on. I know, it would take me a long time to find someone so amazing who’ll love me for me, who’ll heal my inner broken pieces and fix it again, and most important thing, won’t hurt me. I’m sick and tired craving for his attention when I know he’ll never notice it like he used to before. He found someone else and I should just deal with it that way, no matter if I’ll like it or not. He loves her, not me.
I’m done with tears. I’m wiping my eyes. If he doesn’t care then why the hell should I? I’m not going to stress over him anymore. It’s just isn’t worth it anymore, I tried to work something out but he just ignored it. I’m not trying to say I don’t want him, because I definitely do. All I’m saying is I’m done chasing after him.
I know ‘real feelings’ just not die.. No matter how hard I try, I’ll still keep them alive by feeding them memories and that’s the exact reason why it is so hard to move on from him. I am devastated mentally and emotionally, but I’m just going to smile, because I don’t want him to know how much he has hurt me. I don’t want him to see I’m dying inside. I’m going to start fake being happy and hoping my mind will start believing it, eventually.
After having him as the reason isn't worth the wait anymore, because all my love for him is now replaced by hate. Hatred that is caused by my broken heart. Hatred that I know would keep Harry and I forever apart..
Before I would've taken a bullet for him, but now I want to pull the trigger.. But still, a part of me just keeps coming back to him. Should I remove my brain to stop thinking about him? Or should I remove my heart so
I can stop loving him?
-
I was sitting down in the oval on the ground, patiently waiting for Niall, to come back with his food.
“That guy” I nodded left to right a few times, then starts laughing. He’s the most amazing best friend anyone could ever wish for. I love him to death, yet so freaking retarded as hell which makes me love him more.
“Funny shit” I cursed, hoping no one can hear or see I’m talking to myself. Sometimes, I’m just an idiot. I saw Niall and his food making his way down to me. I ran as fast as I could and slammed my chest into his trying to hug him, and unexpectedly about to fall, myself.
“Alessa! Be careful, you almost made me drop my food!” Niall raged at me, trying my best not to laugh. No one can touch his food.
“I was about to fall too but yet again, obviously you love your food more than me.” I act to seem upset, faking.
“Aww no, no and no! I’m sorry!” Niall actually seemed to have his ‘sorry eyes’ locked into mines, as I played along.
“Don’t worry, I know you love food more than me”
“No Alessa, I love you more than anything in the world, even more than food. You’re the only thing I care about.” Niall said, as it seemed to mean it. I don’t know if he means it in the other way..
“Awww, I was joking and you went along with it! Oh my god, Niall Horan, The Niall Horan said, he loves me more than food!” I yelled on top of my lungs even though everyone was busy playing something or having a conversation with each other, which was really noisy. I started jumping around, as Niall kept glancing.
“What?” I asked.
“You know…. I really meant it.” Niall opened up, getting closer to me than before.
“I know you did and I love you too, best friend!” I hugged him, as he shrugged saddened and hurt after what I just said.
-
Recess break finished as we both headed to our class, already had collided out arms into each other’s, looking like we’ve been best friends since we were toddlers.
Niall and I are always sitting next to each other since we’re together in every class. Thank god. We opened up our History notebook and got a pen out and starting taking notes about Elizabeth II, the Virgin Queen.
The teacher continued giving us information, all over again to make sure we got everything noted to study later for the final Exam before the term ends.
“Here comes the frustration.” I scoffed making the *God said Adam and Eve, not History and the final exam* I looked at Niall, as his face was about to explode from laughter because he kept it in, without making any noise. His cheeks were flashing hot red, for laughing too much, silently so the teacher wouldn’t separate us.
“You funny thing!” he whispered then again, cracking up like no tomorrow. He made me laugh so much causing my stomach start to ache, because of his face was sicklying hilarious. Every time I stopped, and then looked back at him, I began to crack up all over again.
“Alright, what’s going on? Ms Lui, our History teacher came towards our table.
“N- Nothing” I stutter, trying my hardest not to burst out laughing. She turned her back at us, and then walked back to her table.
Niall poked my cheeks, and then finally we stopped. Ah Niall, he really knows how to make me happy. I looked around the class, looking what everyone was doing and I felt like emerald green eyes, glaring at me. Oh, I forgot. Harry is in this class. He’s mostly in all of my classes. I gave him a death stare, wanting him to stop, yet he didn’t as his eyes were still locked into mines, wanting to tell me something.
-
The bell rung and everyone in the class pushed themselves, putting everything in their back pack, unconditionally, desperate to get out of this classroom, as soon as possible.
I looked over to Niall, who already has packed 5 minutes ago even though the bell didn’t ranged, waiting for me to put my stuff in my bag.
“Oh, hurry up Alessa, I need to go to Maths staffroom to do my test I haven’t done!” Niall said, walking around in circles.
“You can go if you want to”
“Alright, I’ll see you at 4th period.” Niall hugged me, as he stormed out of the classroom.
-
After 3 minutes later, everyone was already at lunch yet I was still writing some extra few notes to help me get me a better mark in the final exam. I finished writing and quickly put my stuff in my back pack. I wore my back pack, about to head to door, until someone tapped my shoulder and it felt like a strong soft hand, asking me to turn around. I thought everyone was already gone to lunch and I wondered if who it could be.
I turned around, seeing the unexpected…. Harry.
“Can I talk to you?"
Notes
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10/9/13