Perspective || Harry Styles

25~ Mr. Patterson

"Marcus," I said, my voice unwillingly full of pity. But it wasn't me he was looking at, of course. It was Harry. Because Harry was me, and I was him, and everything I wanted to say to Marcus couldn't be said in this voice.

"You've been avoiding me," he shouted, tears in his eyes. I looked at Harry. He was speechless. "I know you're with him. It's all over the media. Whatever, I don't care, but talk to me. You can't even talk to me? I thought we were friends."

"Marcus," I said again, gently.

"Stay out of this," he barked.

"I'm sorry," Harry finally said. "I'm really sorry, Marcus. I am. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Screw both of you," he said, walking toward his own building. "I don't care anymore."

"Marcus, wait," I shouted. He kept walking. "Marcus!"

He slammed the door behind him. I took a deep breath.

"Really?" I turned to Harry.

"What?"

"You couldn't think of anything to say to him? He's crushed! And like it or not, you're playing my part! You could have said something better than a dumb apology. I doubt he'll even speak to you now. Thanks a lot, Harry," I snapped. I didn't even feel guilty for getting mad at him. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I was frustrated.

"Are you kidding me right now? You can't blame this all on me!"

"Just leave me alone," I said, making my way off the roof. I climbed down the fire escape faster than him and began walking down the street.

"Yeah, what a great idea. The only way for you to get back to the hotel from here is by public transportation, and the paps are out there looking for us. You might as well just stay here until tomorrow."

"I don't want to be anywhere near you," I bit back. "I'll find a way back. I don't need your help."

He sighed, following me down the street. I pulled out my phone and called Louis. I asked him to pick me up, and he agreed.

"Ten minutes," I told Harry once I hung up the phone with Louis.

"Okay, well come inside at least."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"I don't know why you're so pissed at me," he said. "I thought we had a really nice night."

I sighed, sitting down on the curb of the sidewalk. He sat down next to me.

"We did. I'm sorry. I don't know, I just hate this. If I was in my own body, I could've said so many things to him that would've made him feel better, at least. But he won't listen to Harry Styles. It's frustrating. I'm sorry, it's not your fault."