Chapter 5

Hayden's POV

What? I thought he loved her or something. Harry loves Miranda, why would he break up with her? Maybe he saw the horrid evil side of her and decided he wanted no part of that, but I doubt it. I thought they would be together for eternity while I am here stuck in my lonesome self-pity. He's probably just lying to me to get my hopes set up high again. He built me up higher than a skyscraper, then tore me down. Quick, but still with a long lasting pain.

"Why?" I quickly typed.

"Can we talk in person? I'd like that better" he texted back, making me slightly jump.

"Of course, you can come to my flat"

My heart was racing as I texted him my address. Oh God, I have to expect the worst. But, unfortunately, there's the slightly hopeful side of me. There's one tiny sliver of hope I have in my head. I can't help it.

"Thanks a lot."

I suddenly realized he would be able to see my scars. I went into full panic mode and changed into a comfy sweatshirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I re-did my makeup, making sure I didn't look like I was trying too hard. My hair was still slightly damp, giving it the appearance of a black cat who stepped out in the rain for a bit. I managed to ignore the thoughts in my head that were picking on my appearance. They were constantly talking. I hated them. With a deep passion. They whispered nasty, horrible words. Sometimes, they screamed. It's like a war's going on in my head. My innocent self would just ask them why, why they were doing this, why they made me feel like this, why they exist, just why. They will never leave, ever. They'll always be here, like a spirit haunting a house. It roams around. The whispers make me feel mental and insane. It is horrible knowing that your crazy. I feel that I should be put in an asylum.

I went to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. They still whispered. They began raising their voices.

"Stupid, ugly, fat, bitch, worthless, piece of shit."

Stop. Stop doing this to me. I put my hands over my ears, and I could feel another breakdown coming on.

I let out a small, quiet, shriek. They kept getting louder. They were filling my mind. Stop. Please, just for today.

"STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE. STOP IT PLEASE!" I screamed loudly whilst shaking crazily.

I could feel tears building up in my eyes. I told myself no, as if I were a dog. I can't cry, Harry's coming over. He'll think I'm some crazy, obsessed, weirdo, who constantly has mental breakdowns, which is a hundred percent true. I wiped away the tears from my tear duct and got up to fix my make up in the mirror. When suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. Weird, someone was knocking on my door. I never had friends over so this was definitely strange and unusual for me.

I took a deep breath and casually walked to the door. Even though I was trying to walk casually, it felt as if my feet weighed a ton. Like I was stomping instead of gracefully walking towards the door. I opened the door and I could feel lmy hand shaking as doing so.

"Hello." I said awkwardly.

"Hey." he replied.

He looked tired. There were heavy bags under his eyes making it obvious that he stayed up well late last night. Probably distraught from the break up… He still looked absolutely perfect. Tired, but handsome. So, so, handsome.

"Come in, and sorry for the mess." I told him as casually as possible.

"It's alright, I'm a bit of a slob as well." He gave me a half-hearted smile.

I led him to the couch and sat down, he sat down next to me. He sat really close to me. It was….lovely, but strange. I wasn't used to being this close to a human being.

"Tell me what happened." I said eager to find out what had really gone down.

"Well, she was being really…er bitchy. Well, she is a bitch and she's snobby and she cheated on me and.." He broke off his sentence.

"Do you mind if I admit something to you?" he asked me.

"Of course not, go right ahead." My heart just about jumped right out of my chest. It was pounding so hard, I swear he could hear it beating.

"Okay, well, umm, I'll just get right into it. I fancy you. Well, even more than that.. I really really like you. A whole lot. More than I ever liked anyone. I can't get you off my mind ever since the first time I saw you. The real reason I broke up with Miranda was because I felt guilty. I didn't like Miranda, not one bit. There was no spark or anything between us. But, it's different with you. I don't just feel sparks, I feel fireworks violently going off in my chest. And I know we only just met but..There's something about you that's just wonderful. You're not just looks, you're personality too. You're one of the few people you meet in your lifetime that is both beautiful inside and outside. You probably don't even feel the same and I might've just ruined a friendship, so I'm really sorry."

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. What?

"I thought you loved Miranda.." I replied suspiciously, wondering if this was all just some prank.

"I thought I did too, but then I met you and you…you made me realize that I didn't."

There was a long pause. It wasn't awkward, we were both thinking.

"So, just break it to me, how do you feel about me?" he questioned me, breaking the silence.

"This isn't any joke or prank right?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

"Well, then honestly, I like you a lot too. So much. I can't even describe..but I thought you only thought of me as a friend. And, honestly, I was terribly disappointed when you said you had a girlfriend…" I said whilst blushing a bright red color.

I could see a smile creeping up on his face.

He decided to tackle me onto the wide part of the couch. I was inches away from his face and I could feel a grin coming up my face. Time to put on my fake confidence.

"What was that for?" I asked playfully, with our faces still extremely close.

"I dunno." he replied cheekily with a huge grin spread across his face.

"Weirdo." I said giggling pushing him off me.

"Aww, how mean!" he exclaimed pretending to be hurt.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! So, what cha' want to do?"

"Hmm, have any good movies?"

"All I have are scary movies, if you don't mind the horror genre. I love scary movies, even though they terrify me. The thrill is really cool, don't cha' think?"

"Of course, but if you get scared, I'm right here." he said with a wink.

"Not going to happen." I replied knowing I was lying.

"Yeah, yeah, sure!" he said sarcastically.

I could feel the whispers slowly fade into nothing. This is incredible.

I walked over to a shelf filled with scary movies. I closed my eyes, and reached randomly for one. I could hear him chuckle a bit at this sight. I turned around and stuck out my tongue at him flirtatiously. I walked toward my television, and put the disc into the DVD player. I pressed play on the remote and skipped through the previews until I got to the movie menu. I pressed play, then I turned back to where Harry was sitting and he patted on the space next to him, inviting me to sit down next to him. I skipped to the couch, and sat down next to him cheerfully, bringing my legs to comfortably rest beneath my bum. Harry suddenly got up.

"Hold on for one second."

He went to the light switch and flipped it, leaving only the television to light up the room.

I looked around the room, searching for him.

"Boo!" Harry whispered into my ear, making me let out a loud shriek. He had managed to sneak behind the couch.

"I swear, If you do that again-"

"What happened to not getting scared?" he asked with a wink, while hopping onto the couch.

"Aw, shut it, Styles!"

"Never." he whispered into my ear. What a flirt.

I could feel my face burning up. Then, I started paying attention to the movie. At the first jump-scare scene, I let out a small eep.

Harry patted on his lap, suggesting me to sit on it. I did as I was told and I saw him smirk. I was a great deal shorter than him, and sitting on his lap made me feel like a bit of a child. He wrapped his arms around me, locking me in place. Everything felt right. Butterflies were now a common thing when with him. I looked up at him to see his gorgeous emerald eyes paying attention to the TV. He had a kind hearted smile on his face. It felt as if I was melting. He was so perfect.

I let out a small yawn and I could feel myself about to fall asleep. I was passed out.

The next morning, I was in my bed. Harry must've carried me there since I have no recollection of walking to my bedroom. The thought of it made my heart flutter. I walked to my kitchen and saw a note left on the counter.

Had a great time last night, hope you had a good sleep! :) Harry XX