H A R R Y
"Serena? Serena?!" I question her, my eyes furrowed as she stands in front of me stone cold; eyes not even blinking for a second. My hand waves in front of her stunning face and those warm heart melting eyes which could have me falling to her knees at just three little words.
"Serena, stop. You're scaring me," I pleaded.
Just then as if on the click of fingers her eyes flashed wide open from her unconscious dream.
"Sorry...I-I...," she stuttered nervously looking any where but my eyes.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. You got me worried though," I calmed her down inviting her in. She was uncertain, I could see that. I would be too. I heard her coming to Niall, he probably told her every thing.
S E R E N A
His appearance shocked me, more than anything else I've ever seen. Dry burgundy and now coal black blood stained his face leaving dripping marks under his nose, his left eye luckily only lightly swollen, lips cut in the middle, knuckles clenched as he attempted to hide his bruises and pain. But deep inside even though he tried to cover up his misery I knew the truth. You can't lie to me. And it hurts me the most that he won't let me know, that he won't tell me, tell me what really happened. Because even though Niall told me some details I'm positive that there's more to it than what I've been told.
By the time that I realize just what I'm doing; my eyes wide open, eyebrows raised as high as humanly possible, mouth wide open inspecting every inch of his face and body, Harry gently closed me mouth.
"Harry?" I asked him.
"Yes," replied he.
"I've been meaning to tell you something...," I spoke unsure of I should tell him or would he laugh in my face and call me crazy...that is if he hasn't already.
"What is it?"
"I...I-" I stuttered biting the inside of my lip nervously.
"You missed me, didn't you?" he cockily questioned me, cracking a smirk, although it seemed more as a statement, raising one of his eyebrows as he interrupted me.
"Well, yes but that's not what I've been meaning to say," his smirk dropped.
"Liam sent you here, didn't he?! I knew this was too good to be true!" he raised his voice, letting out an aggressive yet exhausted groan as he rapidly sat on an armchair, leaning his elbows on the comforters of the armchair as he covered his face with his hands.
"Can you not jump into conclusions, please?! Because, actually, Liam warned me, he told me not to go," I explained at which his head instantly shot up.
"Then why are you here? He clearly didn't want you too come! Or did you just come here for him," he said, emphasizing the word 'him' referring to Niall who's name he could not speak as a result of the pure hatred he had for him.
"I came here because I was worried, I wanted to check up on you," I calmed down, ignoring the last bit of his sentence about Niall, moving closer to him as I put my hand on his arm slowly. He instantly slapped my hand away before snickering loudly.
"I don't need you to check up on me. I'm doing fine as you can see!" he rose up, raising his voice one again but this time I wasn't sure whether he meant it in a sarcastic way or not.
"You clearly do," I argued.
"I'm not a five year old and I'm not your kid and I'm certainly no one you care for so just, leave, me, alone," he argued back sharply, speaking the last part of the sentence slowly as well as confidently, leaving me belittled.
"How do you know that?" I asked him, curious of his answer.
"Because every fucking time that I see you you're with him! WITH HIM! NOT ME! WHO YOU SHOULD BE WITH!" Harry shouted, coming closer to me as his glare killed me inside.
I could feel my eyes creating space for my tears to gather in my sockets as the tears flowed in, threatening to spill if I blinked. With a lot of fighting back, I managed to keep my tears under control, showing no weakness, no effect on me from his words. It was hard. But I knew that I couldn't keep on crying every time something like this happens. Crying is a sign of weakness. I'm not weak just because I lost my memory doesn't mean that I'm weak.
"IF THAT'S WHAT YOU REALLY THINK THEN YOU SHOULD MAYBE DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT RATHER THAN MAKING THINGS WORSE!" I shouted back, defending myself. His glare on me softened, surprised at my come back.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Harry now much more calmly said, confusing me as to how he could have so much fury, rage, hatred and the next pretend as if everything was back to normal. That was when for the first time, I acknowledged that I really did know the answer to a question of the past. Our Past.
"Our break-up," I whispered unhurriedly. Harry smiled widely at my answer, his eyes finally receiving their glimmer, their forest green tinge instead of the musky dirt like green.
The next thing, that happened...I couldn't explain, it all just happen too rapidly. Before I could comprehend what occurred, my lips were pressed tightly against his, enjoying every second of his lips on mine as our lips moved with so much passion and desire. My hands flowing into his neck, cupping his cheeks as his hands wrapped themselves around my small waist. I was out of control. And the worst thing was that, I knew I shouldn't do this but the more I thought of how wrong it was, the more I desired the feeling of his lips on mine. His kisses were rough, full of longing and lust, sending an entire zoo down my stomach at his every move. He moved towards my neck, kissing it sweetly before he stopped below my earlobe, he sucked on the spot, making me moan as he finished, biting gently my piece of skin, sure to leave a love bite mark.
"I cant!" I suddenly snapped out off the almost unreal forbidden fantasy before it went too far, storming out of the room without waiting for Harry's response. I ran as far as my strength of my feet carried me of the gigantic hotel before stopping to breathe. My back leaned against the piercing ice wall as I slid down, sobbing yet again like a little lost girl even though I promised myself that I wouldn't again. I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop.
A week has now past, Niall is now back and he's doing much better, his honest, warm, cute,smile was back together with his laughter. I have not heard from Harry and neither have I seen him or talked to him. Niall keeps asking me if I'm okay to which I always reply with the same answer. I'm fine, really. I know he doesn't believe me yet he doesn't question me. How lucky am I? Incredibly and stupidly lucky.
The visions have became worse. Day by day, more visions flooded my head; blocking everything else out of my vision. Most of the visions were scarps, pieces of memories which never added much sense.
-Flashbacks
"He doesn't deserve you," Niall told me yet again.
"I know but I love him so much. I just can't break up with him. You wouldn't understand," I said as we walked into a stunningly covered in green and vivid colours of the spring blossom surrounding, enchanted us. The sun was illuminating the azure heaven, not a singly cloud in sight.
"I do," he simply replied.
"HOW COULD YOU?! CHEAT ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND!" he shouted at me.
"Harry, we're not together any more, I broke up with you! I can do whatever I want!" I argued.His eyes widened almost too widely for his sockets to drop to the floor.
"WHEN DID I EVER SAY THAT WE'RE OVER?!" to which I replied "You didn't. I DID!"
I was surrounded by darkness. Not a single sound could be heard for miles ahead. My feet and hands were tied to some sort of a harsh rope, drawing blood every time I attempted to move.
"Such a shame." was all I heard.
-End of Flashbacks
In the back of my mind I thought I was going insane.
Tomorrow, is the day the boys are going to perform their newest song 'Steal My Girl' at Times Square and I couldn't help put to feel guilty and responsible for this. Even though Niall was willing to talk to Harry, to sort things out after I had to beg him too many times to count. But Harry? He was never in his hotel apartment neither did he show up at the rehearsals, which began to worry me. All I ever heard was Harry coming back at 5AM drunk, the smell of alcohol lingering strongly and Louis shouting at him.
It would always be the same thing over and over as if re-played by a DVD player at one single press of a button watched five times over and over again.
"WHAT HOUR DO YOU CALL THIS?! 5AM! ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOU HAVEN'T TURNED UP FOR ONE REHEARSAL THIS ENTIRE WEEK!"
To which he would always reply in the same exact way.
"FUCK OFF," before nothing else could be heard but crashing of glass.
I was a witness of this every single morning. It was hardly possible not to hear it as the shouting boomed throughout the hallways. Always the same wake up. One time, I wanted to get up, join Lou and shout at Harry too, but I never did. That would only make the things worse.
I know exactly what I have to do today.
I need to talk to him.
__________________________________________<3
(A/N:) Here is Chapter 22 ! The previous Chapter wasn't actually 'The Last Chapter' ! Sorry !
But, anyway, what do you think of it? I wanted to include more of Harry in this Chapter but I promise to add Niall more in the following Chapter ! Don't worry !
I'd like to dedicate this Chapter to a lovely friend of mine MuddyFoxes ! Who is one of the loveliest, nicest, funniest if that's a word, person on Wattpad ! Please make my friend smile and read, vote, comment her story 'Midnight Memories' which may I add is stunning !
Hope you enjoyed this Chappie lovelies !
Comment, vote, fan & enjoy,
Love, PrettyMuchMe_ xx 'u' <3
P.s.- Do you prefer longer Chapter like this one or shorter ?