Shattered

Chapter 4

(HARRY'S POV.)

"You're a good friend Louis." I said.

"I know." He said smiling.





(SARAH'S POV.)

"Heyyyyy Tessssss." I said jumping on her bed.

"Hey Sar." She said as she was scrolling through Instagram on her phone.

"So what's this Harry guy look like anyways?" I asked.

"You'll love him. He's super hot. See he's the one with the curly hair all the way to the right." She said pointing at a picture on her phone.

Oh my god. It's him. Harry STYLES. How did I not realize?

"I-I-I need to go. I'll be back." I said running out of the room.

I ran to the beach, not knowing where else to go.

Harry Styles.

Harry fucking Styles.

The guy who made my life hell. Is here. Now. No no no no this can't be happening. I never wanted to see him again. That's why I begged my mother to move to America, to get away from it all. My miserable past that all somehow included him. We used to be best friends and then when we were about 11 he started torturing me. Spreading rumors, calling me names, making up these awful stories that were just plain horrid.

I don't know what to do. I can't just leave. Tessa would be so pissed.


(HARRY'S POV.)

"Lou I can't." I said.

"C'mon Harry, see she's right over there." He said pushing me towards her.

I could hear her, it sounded like she was crying.

"I think she's crying." I said.

"Harry. Go." He said sternly.

"Louis you don't understand just how awful I was to her. I haven't seen her in years and she hates me. Literally hates me. She told me never to speak to her again." I said, hating myself.

"I know, but you can fix this now, or regret it later and feel even more guilty. You can't expect to fix her in just one day, or for her to forgive you, but it will help." He said reassuringly.

"Fine, I'll go." I said blankly.

I walked over to her and sat down beside her.

"Sarah." I said simply.

She looked horrified. As soon as she saw me her eyes got wide and she backed up. She looked even more beautiful. She now grew into her body and was super fit. But she looked horrid. Her mascara was running and her face was streaming with tears.

"Harry Styles. Stay. Away. From. Me. I told you to never speak to me again." She said getting up.

"Wait! Sarah please...just hear me out. You have no idea how much I regret what I did. I made your life miserable and I was a jerk." I said.

"That's it? I was a jerk? Do you even have any idea what you put me through? How depressed I was? I had no friends because of you. Everyone hated me. Because. Of. You. I had to go to a mental hospital. Because. Of. You. I lost my bestfriend. Because. Of. You." She hissed.

She broke down and collapsed on the ground with tears still rolling down her face.

I was shocked. I didn't know that. I didn't know she went to a mental hospital.

"I know I can never make up what I did to you Sarah, but I want to make you at least try to forgive me. I live everyday of my life guilty. Guilty because I made a sweet, innocent, amazing, beautiful girl broken. I ruined you. And I am sosososososososo sorry. I can't explain to you how much I am sorry. I regret it everyday and wish I could go back in time and change it. But I can't and neither can you. So I'm asking if you will at least give me one more chance. I promise I won't ruin it. And I don't break my promises Sarah Elizabeth Presley." I said finally letting the tears that were in my eyes escape.


(SARAH'S POV.)

I was shocked. I always thought Harry was just a self-centered jerk who didn't care about anyone else, but here he is, Harry Styles, in front of me crying. For a split second I thought about forgiving him, but it's going to take a lot more than a sob and a speech to even compare to the pain he caused me and the time he took away from me, the people he took away from me, including him. He changed so much. I used to love him, even when he first started bullying me, I though that he would see what he was doing to me and stop.

But he kept going.


(HARRY'S POV.)

"No." She hissed with a look of pure hatred.

"Ok. I understand." I said letting another tear escape.

She walked away with her head down, crying.