P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 34

"No, I told him I'd come for you instead."

"I don't want to deal with you right now." I weakly spoke, shaking my head. "If you have anything shitty to say, can you please just shut up."

"Blue, I want to say I'm sorry for being such a dickhead. I just.. I'm a mess, right now. I know, that everything I'm doing is hurting people around me. You're one of those people.. I want you to know that I don't mean to hurt you at all. And if you just.. Don't even want to have sex with me at all anymore, I'll be okay. I just need you to understand that I'm so sorry."

"So..It's Kendall then." I nod once, glaring at him.

"Yeah.. I want to be with her once we're done with our contract. I want to be happy with her." He nodded, smiling slightly.

Yeah, sure thing.. He'll be the opposite of happy once he finds out Kendall doesn't like him at all. It's all just a game.

Instead, I didn't say anything.

"Are those tears for me?" He asks, as I stayed emotionless, looking out the window as he drove down the same street I came from.

I shook my head lightly. "I.. I met someone."

"Oh." He sounded weird, glancing at me. "That's good..I guess."

I nodded. "Harry, he is.. He's different. He's so nice, and you know he is the most positive person I've ever met, in his condition."

As we stopped at a stoplight, he looks at me. "Alright, tell me more about this guy. He better not be another Dylan or I'll be the shit out of him."

I pursed my lips. "I'm still mad at you, if you think we're okay, we aren't."

"I know. Doesn't mean I can't talk to you, does it?"

I shrugged.

"Well, go on."

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"He's sick." Harry's eyes softened as he looks at me with full concern.

"Yeah." I whispered. "But.. I know I just met him, but it feels like.. I've known him forever. I can't leave, I don't think so.. I can't leave him." I shook my head.

"I know that you don't want to leave.. But," He paused, sighing. "There's really no choice."

I nodded, knowingly. "I know.. But he's got 28 days." I whispered.

Harry nodded understandingly. "There's gonna be a way. A way you can help him."

"Are you only saying that because you want me to forgive you?"

"No, I mean it this time.. I promise, Blue. You'll see him again."

"Okay." I murmered.

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- Harry -

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Did she really do all that in the time I was gone? She met a boy, and fell into a trap. He was sick, really sick. He was depressed, to be precise.

I knew that it was serious, and so I forced myself to be serious in the situation.

Once I parked the car in front of the university, she was still silently crying as I sighed. 

Squeezing her arm reassuringly, she looks at me with sad eyes. "You don't care, right? Exactly." She spoke bitterly.

I didn't say anything. I knew exactly what she meant.. And that's why she has every single right to be mad at me.

"I just want you to take care, alright?" I whispered.