Fateful Turn

Who would have have thought Harry Styles would walk into her life as a miracle she's always been praying for? No one. Not even 17 year old Victoria herself. Her life has been changed in ways she could have never imaged, it was destiny. Fate. A fateful turn.

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11. Lying Truthfully

Stuck. I'm stuck in something I never thought, even in my dreams, I'd be in. Love. Yes love. Something that a mother gives to her child when she feeds him. Something a husband gives to his wife when he remember's their anniversary. Something a boyfriend gives to her girlfriend when they kiss locking their lips so perfectly. But in all form or situation, you need a partner to be in love with.

And for me?

I didn't know what I loved.

I don't know who I'd claimed to be my partner.

Or was this even love? I just lie there in my bed, that I think I can claim to be mine.. for now. Light shining from the french door allowing the sun to make the room light up bright white.

What a life.

I get up from the bed with my hair in a messy bun in a white tank top and Harry's shorts.

It's just so weird how he was letting me stay here without asking me to leave. He just doesn't care. Why would he anyways he has so many rooms in his huge house what difference would it make if I sleep in one of them.

Or was I bothering him? I don't know.

After taking a steamy shower I step in the kitchen tip toe-ing on the hard shiny wood floor towards the island. Trying so hard not to make any noise of disturbance. I fail. Being the lazy self I am I trip over my own criss crossed legs. Thump goes my body weight on the cold floor. As much as it hurt to fall I was worried Harry would come and give me a lecture on being careful. And there he comes.

"What happened?!" Harry exclaimed looking at me lying on the ground holding his hand out to me.

I looked from the floor up analyzing him. He looked so pleasing dressed in a ragged navy blue shirt with black skinny jeans with his old white converse. The problem was I didn't know what to answer him. I was so good at being clumsy. I started getting, up holding his hand he lent me. I wasn't sure if he noticed I hadn't answer his question, or he did even care.

There was a pause.

"I was just walking over to the- OUCH oh my God OUUCH"

I was getting up and all the sudden this sharp pain in my ankle rose from somewhere. My ankle was still a bit hurt from last time. I looked at my foot but there wasn't any blood. That's good. Please don't be fracture. Please don't.

"Are you, are you okay?" Harry said nervously in a low voice.

"Yeah I am.. at least I think so." I got up with his support and he helped me over to the couch. He examined my foot as it rested on his big hand, holding from one and examining from the other. I started laughing because the way he was looking over it his hands tickled my foot. He started laughing at me laughing. Tickling it more until I screeched out "ouch" and then we stopped and he got serious.

"Well there's nothing wrong with it from the outside, no blood. If it still hurts," he said gesturing me to stand up and check it, "Maybe you have a sprain or fracture."

"Oh great!" I said a little too loud to be heard. "Exactly what I was hoping for" I sarcastically stated.

"It's fine, I got you. We can call a nurse home for you."

"You really don't have to Harry, I can just wrap a towel on it. I think it should heal easily then."

"Well I don't want to take a risk so let me just go get one. Okay?" He said it in a way that he was asking for confirmation but didn't mean it. I nodded in agreement before he would say something else.

Harry went out to get a nurse while I sat there on the couch looking like a potato for the whole evening. Hungry from this morning my stomach was growling angrily for food. So I decided to try to get up and get food since I didn't see Ginny around and I didn't want to disturb anyone any further.

What Harry was doing was beyond kindness. Thinking about Harry reminded me of Emma. Niall had told me about her.

It all came back from last night. After I knew about her I really didn't know whether to react with jealousy or sympathy.

A part of me felt bad because the way Niall had told me about Emma she sounded the perfect one for Harry.

The other part, I don't know, why I'd be jealous. Its not that I have something with Harry.

Do I?

Taking some junk food I satisfied my stomach's hunger. Right then someone knocked at the door. I panicked wondering if it was Harry then he could've easily accessed the door since it was his own house.

I wondered if Ginny was going to get it or not. I waited a minute and no answer. So I got up myself nervously. Nervous to fall again and nervous to find out who's at the door.

I picked up a baseball bat just in case it was a thief. As I opened the door I raised my hand with the bat and almost hit him.

He was drenched in rain shivering.

It was Harry. Thank God. I slid the bat before he'd notice.

"What are you doing with the bat? And I told you to rest!"

I guess too late. He had noticed.

"Well I was like trying to answer the door and I thought you were a burglar and I wa-"

"Nevermind you said enough."

Ouch. Harsh.

"Okay then.." I said trying to calm him down.

I walked away to my room limping over.

I didn't notice I was crying until my tears slid down splashing onto my thigh.

Why was I crying? Was it because of my injury? No. Was it because of him? Yes.

Harry. I don't understand why he was so rude to me. He always gave me straight answers. Why was he like this? As I questioned myself more I became more furious and curious for answers. I finally decided to confront him. I wanted answers. I walked up to him.

I looked into his deep green eyes that were curious to what I was going to say.

And I lost it. I didn't know how or what to say.

"Harry who is Emma? She's your ex right? She died. I'm sorry about your loss. I don't get why you get so frustrated. Yes, its sad you lost her but don't get your anger out at me. I just try to be nice to you and that's what I get? Rudeness? Straight answers? I jus-"

I smacked my head with my hand.

Oh no no no. No. What did I just say. I let it all out. Oh my God. No

"What? Who told you about Emma dammit!" I saw the burn in his eyes.

"Harry I'm so sorry it's just that Niall.Niall told me about her because I was so upset with you that day when you left acting up. I just don't want you to get hurt I don't know I just wanted to help you. That all came wrong. Please don't go telling Niall I told you about Emma! I promised him and I'm sorry I don't know why I always get hurt when you say stuff like that. I don't get why I feel like I know you. I don't know Harry. I love you."

It all came out. I felt like all the weight was taken off my shoulders. I said it. I said something I ddin't even think about saying. I loved him. That's what the problem was. I loved him.

"I mean, I-"

Without warning, he grabbed my face leaned in and pressed his lips against mine cutting me off. I responded immediately, surprising myself. His lips were so warm. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined. I craved for this. He pushed me to the wall.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against me lips.

How wasn't that right? That was all I ever wanted. All I wanted was him; to be with him, to kiss him, everything.

"Dont be," I said, looking at the ground. I was afraid of seeming too eager or disappointed. In fact, I wasn't quite sure how to react, to the kiss or to Harry's sudden show of regret.

"That just wasn't right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." He said backing up walking away into the long hallway as he went to his room and closed the door.

What was that all about? What did he mean he was sorry about everything? I wanted him to come back.

Why did I want more.

What was this?

Did I really love him?


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