I Wish (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14

A/N: Nothing to say but thanks for reading :) I know 900+ read isn't a lot for some people, but it means  everything to me. So thanks! <3

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Chapter 14

Harry's POV:

What if she still loves him?

What if I've already been friend-zoned?

What if she never liked me?

What if I fell in love with her?

What if she doesn't love me back?

What if, what if, what if.

They teach you to never say 'what if' because the possibilities are endless. Well, they were right.

The whole time with Natalie, the only thing running through my mind were those two words. Alone, they really meant nothing, but together, they meant a lot. 

Once I started thinking about all these possibilities, there was no stopping.

~.~.~.~

I was broken out of my trance when Natalie suddenly burst through the door to Seth's hospital room; obviously on the verge of tears.

"Wait, Natalie! What happened?" I called to her. All she did was walk right past me, completely ignoring me. 

Damn it!

What happened in there? How come every single time I see her upset it's because of him?

I'm sick of it.

I have no idea what came over me, but before I could stop myself, I burst into Seth's room. I was ready to give this son-of-a-bitch a piece of my mind.

I went in and saw him sitting there with his hands on his face. I couldn't help but feel a little bad for the guy. The feeling didn't last long when I thought about Natalie's face when she just left.

"What the hell did you say to her?" I demanded, standing over his bed and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Who the hell are you and why do you care so fucking much?" he snapped back, taking hiss hands off his face to look at me.

"It doesn't matter who I am or why I'm here. Just answer my question."

"It actually does matter," he replied. "I don't have to tell you what goes on between me and my girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend," I corrected. I'm not going to play Mr. Nice Guy today. I'm pissed off at this guy.

"Get out of my room," he snapped again, as if I was going to listen.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell you did to make her leave in tears!" I exploded, not caring if I raised my voice.

"It's none of your fucking business, now leave!" he shouted back. I held back the punch I was about to throw at his face and lowered my voice.

"Actually, it is my business," I replied a calmly as I could.

"How so?" he said, copying me by lowering his voice.

"I-um-I'm..." I trailed off. What was I? "I just care about her a lot, okay?" Good enough.

"You aren't her boyfriend, are you?" he replied worriedly. 

I wish,  I thought..

"No," I replied simply.

"Then I don't see why it matters to you." 

What an idiot!

"I don't have to be her boyfriend to care about her, you simple bastard. But if I was I sure as hell would never treat her the way you did," I lashed out. I normally never swore, but this guy brought out the worst in me.

That definitely hit a soft spot.

"What did I do?" he asked himself quietly, probably thinking I didn't hear him.

"That's what I would like to know," I retorted.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" he yelled.

This guy so wasn't worth it. What did Natalie see in him anyways? 

"Screw you," I scoffed as I flipped him off and walked out the door. I don't know what has gotten over me; I let my sass take over. Blame Louis. 

He didn't deserve my time, anyways. Time that I could be using with Natalie.

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Natalie's POV:

When I got home, Sammie was no where to be seen. I assumed that she was with Tyler somewhere. I'm really happy for her; she deserves a good guy.

I was kind of happy that she wasn't home, though. The reason for that is that fact that right when I got back, I threw on some yoga pants and my favorite Perrie The Platypus t-shirt before cudding into my bed and crying my eyes out.

Life was so unfair. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid Seth for saying that he still loved me. My emotions are literally all over the place.

Do I love Seth? Not in a boyfriend kind of way. Do I want to hurt him? Of course not. Do I know what I'm going to do? No idea. All I know right now is that the only way to get my emotions out was through my tears. 

After about an hour of me laying there doing nothing but crying, my phone dinged, signalling a new text.

From: Sam I Am

Gonna spend the night at Tyler's. Guess who has a boyfriend? ;) x

I couldn't help but smile at this. It's about time! 

To: Sam I Am

Congrats babe! Be safe ;)

I don't want to ruin her night and tell her I'm sad. At least one of us was happy this way.

I reluctantly got up from my bed and decided to take a quick shower before going to bed.

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After taking a rather ling shower, I put my wet hair in a bun on the top of my head and put the same yoga pants and t-shirt back on. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and my goodness, I ws a reck. My eyes were bloodshot and there were bags underneath them. This happens everytime I cry, it was horrible.

I sighed and left my bathroom and went straight to the living room where I settled on the couch, ready to let my brain wander, as I wasn't getting any sleep tonight. 

Before I had the chance to begin torturing myself with thoughts about today, the doorbell rang. 

Curious as to who it may be, I got up and looked through the peep hole before opening the door to reveal a smiling Harry.

"Care for some company? I brought Chinese."

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A/N: Do you guys like Harry's POV or Natalie's POV more? Or should I just keep doing what I've been doing? Let me know!

Vote because Harry looks amazing in the gif on the sidebar. Holy shizzz.