Truly, Madly Deeply

'I hate you Harry Styles...'

2 years after finishing school and being tormented by Harry Styles, Ellie Laker finally gets accepted into a presigious performing arts academy in London. This was everything she had ever wanted, but she knows that it is probably too good to last...


25. Reality

Ellie's P.O.V

I stood in front of the mirror, taking deep breaths. I looked at my wrist. 11:55. I needed to leave. Now. I looked at the floor, my eyebrows knitted together. I was in Mikaela's room. She had let me hide out here while I pretended to be at my doctor's appointment. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think too hard about what I was about to do. I had cancelled an important appointment just to find out whether Harry was cheating? It seems so stupid when I think about it now, he's probably just meeting her for a chat.

I run my hands through my hair a few times, and then, taking a deep breath I step out the door. I look down the corridor and, surprisingly, no one is there. Our room is only a few minutes walk away but I found myself slowing, my feet getting heavier. Did I really want to find out? Shouldn't I just trust him, give him his privacy?

The thoughts were running through my head, and I didn't realise I was standing outside the door, until my nose was basically pressed up against the wood. I closed my eyes. If he wasn't cheating, he would get frustrated that I didn't trust him. And all of a sudden the conversation I had overheard seemed less real.

He probably was just going to talk to her. My face broke into a small smile, and I turned to walk away, fully intending to go back to the medical centre and attend my appointment as planned.


And then I heard it.

Hallie's muffled groans.

I swung around so fast that anyone standing within a two metre radius around me would have become blind. I nearly ran to the door and pressed down on the handle. My hand lost it's grip. I was suddenly sweating. This couldn't be happening. Maybe they were just watching a movie.

I yanked down on the handle and the door burst open.

And nothing could have ever prepared me for what I saw.

Hallie had just her underwear on and was straddling a shirtless, jeanless Harry. He had his face buried in her chest and her head was thrown back, explaining how I had heard the groans.

And suddenly my world was thrown upsidedown. I could feel the layer of tears spring to my eyes. I hardly ever cried in public. Too hard to live down. But this was bad.

'Ellie? Ellie what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at your appointment.' His face was one of shock and sadness. Hallie just looked smug.

'I..I heard your..conversation, and...'

'No Ellie..' Harry made to grasp my arm but I angrily moved away.

'How could you? You... her ... I..I--You!' I ran at Hallie and grabbed her by the arm, leading her off Harry.

'You! It's all your fucking fault!' The tears were coming now. I walked aimlessly around her, my arms hhugging myself, trying to keep all my emotions together.

She looked like she was about to laugh. I turned back to Harry who had his head in his hands. And then I lost it.

'It's all your -- fault!' And my hand had balled itself up into a fist, and collided itself with Hallie's jaw. She stumbled back, her look of surprise and hate easily written upon her face.

'That's it bitch.' She made towards me but Harry had suddenly jumped up.

'No.' He sternly told her. I wrestled against his grip, I need to harm her, hurt her, make her feel what I am now. But Harry was now literally carrying me out the door.

'Don't be long babe!' Hallie yelled.

I screamed in frustration. I looked up at Harry, unable to believe anything.

'How could you do that to me?' I threw his arm aside, trying to resist his grip.

'No, Ellie, it's not what it looked like.'

'How could it not be--what it fucking looked like. You were basically having sex with her, in our room.' I felt like throwing up. I couldn't do it.

I looked up at him, into those green eyes that I once loved. I knew I made a mistake trusting him again. Everything was a lie. He's still the same, horrid boy that he was.

'Let me go.' I wrestled with him, not caring if I hurt him. 'LET ME GO!' I screamed.

His grip instantly left my arm. I pried off his few remaining fingers and I ran. I didn't care where I went. I ran out onto the street, ignoring the searing pain in my leg.

I stopped, breathing heavily at a deserted corner lined with trash and dirty rubbish bins.

With a sob I leaned my head against the wall and slid down, landing with a thump on the ground. And I sat there with my head in my hands, the world passing by.

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