Chapter 18
I couldn't comprehend what he told me. Was it true?
"You okay?" Harry asked, snapping me away from my thoughts.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, my voice weak and frail.
"Because of what I just told you," he answered, the tone he had as if I should have known.
"I know, but I'm fine, really," I lied.
I could feel the tears start to arise in my eyes, my eyes batting them away. One single tear fell down my cheek though, leaving a burning sensation down it.
"No you aren't, come here," Harry said, opening his arms. I did as he said and sat in his lap, feeling his arms wrap around me as I cry hysterically in his chest. "It's okay, Danny." He continued to whisper things in my ear trying to comfort me, it not working.
"Why would he w-want to b-break up?" I croaked.
"I don't know, but he does."
"I th-thought he loved me..."
The words stung me. Was he lying the entire time while I fell entirely? I was foolishly in love with him, and here I am, crying over a break up. He didn't have the guts to do it to my face. Wow.
"How are w-we going to finish our p-project?" I asked, looking up at Harry. I still had tears streaming down my face, but I needed to know the answer. How would we?
"I don't know, you all will figure it out though. I know it," he smiled, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
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I laid on my bed, tears still streaming from my eyes. It's been hours that I've been like this now. I haven't eaten dinner, answered any of Harry's calls, or Carrie's texts. I guess she did want to talk, but now I don't. I can't...
He just shattered my heart and not even to my face. That's the worst part. That he couldn't even do it on his own...
"Danny, there's someone here to see you," mom called up.
"I don't care! I'm not leaving this bed!" I cried, blowing my nose again.
"Fine"! I heard her say something else, it a mumble to my ears. It must be to whoever it is here to see me.
A heard footsteps coming up and quickly knew who it was. I could recognize those steps anywhere. It was Marcel. But what the hell would he want? He's the one who broke up with me, and now he's here? Fuck...
"Danny, c-could I come in?" he asked sweetly, knocking on the door.
Should I let him in? Should I let him see what he's done to me? Should I hear what he has to say? Damn it...
"Sure," I croaked.
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A/N: wow that's sorta emotional isn't it? ;) lol sry ik it's short, but I'm kinda tired so I wanna sleep lol
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