Left Behind *Harry Styles Love Story*

I walked into the court room tugging on my outfit. What can I say I'm nervous, my mum just died and now I'm in court to see if I'm gonna have to stay with my brother. I hate my brother he can go get hit by a bus for all I care. Harsh? Nah its just how I feel. Hes a fucking douche! Just Saying. You people may love him, but Louis Tomlinson isn't what he seems like.


26. Chapter 23.

Oh God, Brianna don't cry, don't cry, don't, just no, I kept telling myself. 

I forced myself up from the couch, walking over to the Blu-ray player and took out the movie. I don't even know what the movie was called. It was there when I came to watch television this morning. But it was sad. I had myself curled up in the couch, a soft blanket spread over me. It was really nice weather outside to be doing this, too. It was pouring out with the occasional thunder. I loved it. 

The boys had band things to do. I didn't bother asking what it was. And they sure as hell didn't ask if I wanted to tag along, though it's not like I would want to anyway, and maybe they knew that. But it was the thought that should count, right? I don't know where Nicole left to. And come to think of it, I never really see or know where she is all that much. And Sam, I haven't seen her that much either. But I guess she tagged along today. I bet she spends all her time with Niall instead of her best friend. 

And yeah, that's why it bothers me so much; I am her best friend. I guess best friends, or friends, or anything, just don't work out for me. Everyone is bound to leave me sometime, I suppose. And that actually hurts. I was almost a hundred percent sure they were officially together, and she hadn't even bothered to tell me. 

This was the Nicole situation all over again. Maybe I should just stop trying. I should stop with everyone. 

I sighed, curling up in the blanket once more. I flipped through the moves on Netflix. I didn't want to see a sappy romantic movie. And I found exactly what I wanted; The Conjuring lettering appeared on the screen. I smiled to myself. 

Before I push play, I ran into the kitchen. I looked around the freezer and found what I was looking for; mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I prayed that this would stay inside my stomach; just for tonight. I was trying. I really was trying to get healthier. I hadn't even cut in a while. And it wasn't just because Harry took away all my razors and he hid his very well. I could find them if I wanted, but one day I just stopped and looked at myself all covered in scars. I looked repulsive still, with the fat hanging off my stomach and mostly my thighs. It was truly unbearable. 

But I also don't want to keep doing this to myself, though a part of me doesn't. 


This ice-cream really was irresistible. I couldn't explain it if I tried. When I had gotten it, it was like full and now it was less than half. Outside, it kept thundering. I was worried that the lights would go out. I wasn't that fond of being left alone in the dark, it reminded me so much of being alone forever in the darkness in my head. 

And you wouldn't believe what had happened next; another blot of thunder rounded in the atmosphere at the same time something popped up in the screen, and the door opened abruptly, making me jump at least 10 feet into the air. I was scares shitless, I screamed bloody murder. My heart was thumping loud in my chest. It seemed like a real horror film, right? 

I fell of the couch when the lights came on and there stood Harry, Louis, Nicole, Sam, Niall, Zayn, and Liam; of course. My hand clamped over my mouth, to keep me from screaming. "Boo," Harry grinned. I felt my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I brought my hands covering my blush, getting myself up on the couch again. Well, I might as well regain my dignity, if I had any left, that is. 

"Aw, Bri," says Sam stepping forward. "You never get scared during a horror film." I rolled my eyes, scowling at her teasing. It wasn't that I was afraid of the movie. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have reacted like that if it wasn't for them barging in here while the thunder went off. "I'm only teasing," she came over to the couch wrapping her arms around me, "I missed you, Bri." 

"Sure you did," I muttered sarcastically. She let go off me, turning to face me. Her eyes held confusion. I shook my head, not saying anything else. I noticed the movie was still going on. Darn. I would have to rewind it to where I was. While I was scrambling around to get the remote, I felt Sam remove herself from me and the couch, too. Then I felt another pair of arms. I instantly recognized Harry's scent. 

"Hey Bri," I heard a chorus of hellos around the room. 

I looked around the living room, where the guys and Nicole and Sam were sprawled over the floor and couches. I saw Louis glancing at me and then multiple pair of eyes. I sighed loudly resting my head on the couch even if Harry was right there ready to cuddle. "What?" I finally snapped. I hated being looked at like... that. It made me uncomfortable and I just hated it. To be honest, I hated when people just glance at me twice. 

They all shook their heads. "S'what'd you do today?" Liam asked.

"Well, since I was left all alone here, was watching films all day, eating ice-cream." I really didn't mean to sound so bitchy. It was like I had an alter-ego. And I hated her. Or maybe I was just bipolar. "Sorry," I said loud enough for them to hear, getting out of Harry's grasp and got into my room. 

"Hey, Bri," Harry says coming into the room. I frowned. 

"I already said I was sorry, so don't look at me like that." I hated that expression on him; his tone. It made my stomach churn. I wanted to see his bright smile with his dimples showing. It made me absolutely happy; it always has. 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What—oh no, they're not going to hold it against you or anything. I was just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me—you know, only if you want to, that is." 

I looked at him unsure. "I don't know, Harry. I don't think you want to take me out to dinner and have me rush to the bathroom because I can't hold it in," I told him sincerely. 

"No, I want to," he says. "You don't have to eat a three course meal—maybe just half, but you still have to eat." I still felt unsure. I wanted to go. I really, really did. Harry stepped forward to me, his arms snaking around my waste. My breathe was hitched in my throat by how close we were. I remember last time we were this close and he kissed me. It was the best kiss of my life, if I'm being honest. But ever since then, which has been more than a month, I think, nothing has happened other than the occasional hugging and Harry cuddling on me, or when he kisses my cheek or my forehead. 

For the first time since, I've missed the touch of his lips on mine. He's been trying to bring me closer, but all I do is push him away more and more every day. 

I look up to see his lingering green eyes staring back at me; sparkling with excitement. Will his kiss me? I think to myself with hope. Yeah, I want to kiss him, but I don't know exactly if he wants to kiss me. 

"Please," he says and without another single thought, his lips are collided with mine. I instantly kiss back feeling the same—and better than the last time. I feel like this is going on longer than it feels, because the second his lips leave mine, I feel like it didn't happen; like it was just a dream. "Is that a yes?"  Not finding any words, I only nod. A smile spreads on his face; just the way I like to see him. 

Why was I so naive?

a/n: ah! 2 updates in one day, i guess i owe you guys. comment any kind of feedback, or just comment? idk bye (:

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