The Journey Of Love *Harry Styles Love*

Axle Winters has never been willing to love someone.
Never willing to trust someone with her heart.
But when she runs into a boy with sharp green eyes and curly brown hair, she forgets it all, and falls into the dream of Love.


8. Inflicted Pain



“Shit,” Harry curses, pacing across my room. “Maybe I shouldn’t have entered? I’m going to suck, I’ll be rubbish.”

I shake my head, “No you won’t, Styles. You were brilliant yesterday with the band.”

He stops and glances at me, “Yah that was with the band.”

I get up and place my hands on hips, “Fact, and this is true with Science behind my back so you better believe it, you are amazing with or without the band Harold.”

“Wow, you didn’t like us, Axle?” Voices sound from the opposite side of the bedroom door. “That hurts, love.”

I groan and glance up at the ceiling, before heading over to the door, and opening it.

I stare at Haydn, Nick, and Will. “Call me love one more time and you’ll be losing something precious.”

They all put up their hands, surrendering. “Sorry, lo-Axle.”

I just turn around, walking back over to Styles. I place my hands on his shoulders, looking him directly in those green eyes.

“Harold, you are going to do great,” I also point to the boys behind me. “We will all be there to support you, even Anne, and your sister.”

Harry nods his head, “I still have to ring my father about this.”

I gesture to his room, which is right across from mine, and that you can see through my open door. “Go ahead; I’ll be waiting in here…with them.”

The boys and I smile at him, as he walks into his room, closing the door behind him. I glance at the boys.

“Get out.”

Their eyes widen, “But you said?”

My eyes narrow. “I need some time alone, please.”

Haydn and Nick exit my room but Will remains in place. I look around, feeling awkward, and avoid his gaze.

“Will, the door is right there.” I point to the door, looking at the window.

“I know.”

“So, please, leave.”


“Why not?”

“You’re upset; I don’t like it when you’re upset.”

“We just met, why do you care about me?’

“Axle, you honestly don’t remember primary school?”

“No, I blocked that out of my mind. It was a shit time for me, even ask Harry.” I sit down on the bed, gripping it tightly, fighting back the tears.

“Still, I don’t like it when you’re upset, and I can tell you’re fighting it back. But, you know, you don’t have to. Strength is something amazing about you, Axle, but it’s also one of your greatest weaknesses.” Will murmurs, sitting down next to me.

I let out a deep breath, “I really don’t care what strength is, it wasn’t what got me through those years.”

Will chuckles. “Right, it was science.”

“Don’t be such arse,” I hiss at Will.

He frowns, “Why are you so cold, Axle?”

“I dunno, ask all those bullies who bullied me…including yourself.”

“You know I never meant to-”

I cut him off.

“I honestly don’t care if you didn’t mean to, you still did it, and that’s why I’ll never be able to trust you. So please, for the last time, GET OUT.” I snap, finally, glaring at Will.

His eyes grow sad but he gets up, without a word, and leaves the room.

I clear my throat, forcing the tears, and head into the bathroom. I lock the door, strip my clothes off, and step into the shower. I turn it on, letting the warm water hit my body, ignoring the sting.

And finally, I can hold it in no longer.

I collapse, curling up against the cold shower tiles, and let the tears flow out.

The water cascades over me, sweeping away my sorrow…but not the pain that was inflicted years ago and that will never be erased or forgotten.

[I know I said I would upload 7:00 p.m. CST (American Time) but my laptop was not working with me -.- but here it is, hope you enjoyed]

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