I'm Taking a Chance. (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Broken. (17)

Madeline's Point of View

I denied the call. I don't think I could take a phone call. I needed to see him. Thank god texting was alternative for communicating. I took a deep breath and pressed open the messages. I had one incoming message from Harry that startled me.

Are you mad at me? X 

I looked away from my phone and began to type. 

Where are you? I need to talk to you. 

He replied with an address. I was assuming he was at a rehearsing space for his tour that was happening soon. 

I quickly got showered and changed to meet up with him. I didn't bother doing my hair or putting on contacts. 

Once I arrived at the rehearsal studio, I walked in. They were practicing one of my favorite songs. A smile slowly formed on my face which I tried to hide. The boys greeted me as they would. 

Harry walked towards me. He inched closer to kiss me but I turned away.

"Let's talk, yeah?" I said slowly leading the way to a private room. He nodded and followed. We sat in a room that had one couch crowded with boxes. 

"You look cute without all that artificial stuff." He complimented me. 

"Thanks." I replied with a little smile. 

"So babe." He said smiling at me. 

It was clear that he hasn't been on any social media lately. 

"You have to tell everyone we aren't together. I don't even think we are anymore. I screwed up, well I beg to differ I didn't. Maybe I did. I'm sorry Harry but I can't do this anymore." I said as I stood up. 

I pressed my lips against his cheek and left the room. I really didn't have to hear about what he had to say. Everyone knew me as the cheater. It was all said and done. Chances were all done for me. Once he knew what happened. He wouldn't get it. He's Harry Styles for crying out loud. He could have any girl. I'm just another one of those girls. 

I walked out of the room trying not to seem so upset. I waved goodbye as I stormed out. I heard them mumble amongst themselves. I didn't bother looking back or stopping for anyone. 

I felt my phone go off in my pocket. I wasn't bothered by the incoming texts from the boys. I just wanted to get away from this all but I couldn't. My sister wasn't going to happily leave her job to move to a different town or city for me. I was completely stuck. Stuck here with this mess. Why did I get myself into this mess. 

"Madeline!" I heard Harry yell from a distance. 

I swerved around and saw him run towards me. I didn't want to face him but a part of me wanted to work this out. That's if he was. My mind is flooded with confusion. Indecisiveness at it's best. 

He was too good for me anyways. I'm a terrible girlfriend or ex. Whatever we were at that moment. My mind told me to speak to him but my body told me to keep walking. 

He grabbed my head attempting me from walking away. 

"Talk to me now." He said seriously, keeping complete eye contact with me. 

I looked away trying not to look into his eyes. He grabbed my other hand and slightly pulled it to make my eyes lock with his. I licked my lips and shrugged. 

"Party--I went to a party. I got drunk and ended up at Nathan's place." I said. 

I decided that being vague was the best situation. He didn't have to know anything about what happened. 

"Then what's the big deal?" He said raising his eyebrow. "Big deal, you went to a party. He kept you over so you wouldn't be in trouble." 

"People think I'm cheating on you. People think I did it with him. I'm a cheater." I replied hopelessly. "Have you been on the interweb? You have to tell then that we aren't together."

He shook his head as he looked straight into my grey eyes. He continued to shake his head. The ends of his lips began to curl into a smile. "I can't do that. Let the press be." 

His smile quickly turned into a frown. His mind probably registered what just happened in his head. His face turned blank. I slowly took my hand back and walked away. 

I don't know if this is called cheating. I'm pretty sure it is. This guilt build up inside me began to turn and twist. I can barely be anywhere without being known as the cheater.

I began to walk home. Not bothering to look back or anything. It was no point, we were done. Why did I ever want to mess with some heartthrob. 

Whenever I passed people they'd look at me disgustingly. It made me feel like I wasn't wanted. Like I wasn't human. I tried to keep a straight face but the negative attention was too much. All of this was too much. 

I felt as if I was being followed. I saw a library on the way home and decided to stop by. I had no clue why I was going but chose to. The place was deserted with no one in sight. I look a seat on a couch and brought me my feet up from touching the floor. 

I guess it was just best to forget about the both of them.    _________ EVERY FRIDAYS IMA UPDATE, ISN'T THIS EXCITING. FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER @CAPTAINKRISTEN :)