Boy of My Past *Harry Styles Fan-fiction*

Chapter 4 - Childhood

*Sigh* Guys i feel that i need to start this story over....i feel like somethings missing!  Comment on if i should start this over....it would be about the same story except Harry and Lola meet differently.  Also im still wondering if i should post a picture of Lola? 

CYA MUH LOVELY BITCHES :D ~ Taly

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I flinched at the comment that was so familiar to me.  Lexy shot me a worried glance and I smiled the fakest reassuring smile to her and Harry, who was also standing there shocked.  Harry balled his fists and told the girl in a very calm voice to be nice.  I was surprised, I thought Harry was going to punch the bitch.  "I'm so sorry, that was a horrible thing for her to say.  And it's not true for what she said."  "Erm, it's fine." I stammered trying to not fall apart in front of this stranger.  And yes, what that girl said was true.  I'm a slut...but I did not need to be reminded that.  

Lexy was talking to Zayn, and according to the magazines her and I have been reading...Zayn was single. But what had to have shocked me most was when Zayn pulled Lexy to the side and I saw them exchanging phone numbers.

My eyes stung a little...wait...why was I feeling the need to cry...I should be happy for her...then i realized, probably because she always can hit it up with a guy without feeling the need to flinch away like i do...Lexy trusts almost all the people she meets right away...why can't I do that??  Why can't I be happy without getting hurt soon after?  

I soon snapped out of my depressing thoughts when Louis came up to me and bumped me on the shoulder playfully.  "Hey," he said.  "Oh, hi."  "Zayn is hitting it up with your friend I see, so were most likely gonna meet again," he said smiling kindly.  "Ya," was all I could manage to choke out at the moment.  "Excuse me for a minute," I whispered and ran to the nearest bathroom.  Before i went into the bathroom I looked behind me to see Lexy still deep into conversation with Zayn.  

I walked into the bathroom and collapsed on the floor, sobs racking through my whole body.  I must have been there for a while because I heard a hesitant knock on the door and surprisingly, Harry sprinted in.  

I was confused of all these weird feelings he was making me have and I didn't like how vulnerable he made me feel.  "How d-did yo-u f-find me?" I asked looking up with blurry eyes, not caring anymore if this stranger saw me cry.  "Let's just say...I know you." He said with a friendly smile.  I couldn't help but ponder on what he meant by that.  "How do y-you kno-w me?" I saw a flash of guilt, hurt, and confusion all written on his face.  

Right then Lexy came in and gave me a once over, checking to see if anyone had gotten to me...like beat me or something.  I tried to smile but of course she saw right through me. "You're telling me later," was all she said.  Lexy gave Harry a nervous glance.  

I was glad I was finally seeing the secret gestures and codes between these two that I wasn't noticing before.  I decided to ditch the bathroom hiding spot and let those two work out whatever the shit they're both dealing with.  But when I heard my name I had to start eavesdropping.  

All I heard was, "You have to help me, I can't make her remember anything.  Her therapist says an overload of memories could make her stressed, and in pain emotionally for a while.  She's not the same girl we grew up with."  Lexy sobbed.  oh, shit, this is about my childhood.