Passion's POV
Luke and I have been talking for about a week now. And if I'm honest he's been helping me a lot with getting over Harry. He sends me cute little messages asking how I'm doing and if I'm okay. Tonight Luke is taking me out for the very first time, and surprisingly I'm really nervous. I haven't been out on a date in over two years. I barely even remember how it works.
Luke told me to dress casual for the place were going and I guess that somewhat helps me. I have until eight to get ready and it's six now. So I rush to my room going straight over to my closet. After several minutes of searching I settle for a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a cute black and red flannel. I hurry into my clothes, before walking over to my make up table. For make up I just do black eyeliner with mascara and red lipstick. I go into my bathroom plugging in my straightener waiting for a couple minutes for it to heat up. While I wait I run my brush through my hair. It takes ten minutes to flat iron my hair, once I finished flat ironing I brush it again.
I glance at the clock to see it's already seven thirty. I rush back into my room going to my shoe rack grabbing my black combat boots. I slip them on right as I hear a knock at the door. It's not even eight what is he doing here already.
I walk to the door looking through the small peep whole. I feel my heart beat ten times faster. Why of all days Harry?
Pulling the door open I rake my mind for words to say. I meet his eyes feeling my insides shake.
"What are you doing here?" I ask straightening my posture.
"We need to talk." He just stares at me causing me to look away.
"Right now is not actually a goo- oh never mind just invite yourself in." I huff as Harry pushes past me into my house.
"We tell need to talk Passion I'm not leaving until we do."
"Well I can't right now." I fiddle my thumbs staring g down at my hands.
"And why not?" His eyes burn into me making me feel small.
"I have a date, and he's on his way." I mumble twirling my hair around my fingers.
Harry's lips press into a straight line. "When will you be back?"
"I don't know." I glance away from him keeping my composure.
"Maybe you shou-" Harry was cut off by my phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey Passion I'm so sorry but I have to cancel our date. My mum is in the hospital and I gotta go see her."
"Oh it's fine I understand I hope she feels better."
"I promise I'll make it up to you."
"You don't have to Luke it's completely fine."
"Well I gotta go love I'll text you a little later."
"Bye Luke."
I look back over at Harry. "What exactly do we have to talk about?" I shut my door leaning against it.
"Us. Passion I just wanna have an actually answer." He sits on my couch studying me.
"There isn't a "us" anymore Harry. And when there was it was a mistake." I sigh pushing myself off of the door.
"A mistake? Really? Love is never a mistake. So you're implying we didn't have love?" He asks standing from the couch.
"Harry you know that's not what I mean I ju-"
"No Passion it does seem like that's exactly what you mean." He interrupts me.
"What is the purpose of this? You moved on and have a beautiful girlfriend. What is the point of this?" I ask my voice cracking.
He remains quiet at my response, but only for a moment. "Passion she isn't you." He mumbles walking towards me. "No one will ever be you." He grabs my hand squeezing my hand.
"Harry we're bad for each other. Whenever we're together we hurt one another. And I don't want that. I don't wanna hurt anymore." I slip my hand out of his keeping my composure.
I look up at him tears threatening to spill out as I held them in.
"I don't wanna hurt you anymore."
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I know I haven't updated in forever but I'm sorry. This story is on hold but I'm gonna try to update when I can.
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