he, harry styles, fucking cheated on one of my best friends. what a bastard. pssh. i gave Izz the plate with a vine or three of grapes, a pancake with whipped cream, and a bag of boxes of ice cream. i brought about 14 large size boxes.
"thank you, louis" she quietly murmured. then she cried a bit more.
"hey!" i said. "wanna watch some movies?" i ask.
"romantic movies?" she asks.
"comedies?" i ask.
"comedies. i can't stand romance right now." she said. so we watched a massive amount of comedy movies. from Ted to This is 40, and others in between we had a massive marathon all day,and ate ice cream. i went out to get a garbage can for the ice cream, and once i opened the door, i saw harry sitting there. leaning against the wall right beside the door, sobbing into his hands.
"what are you doing?" i ask.
"i need to talk to her"he said.
"what you need, is to learn to control yourself." i sassily say.
"just-" he begins,
"no" and then i leave.
i just slide back down the wall, sobbing into my giant hands. nobody loved me the way she did. i never loved anyone else that way either. i just lost my love. my babe. my kitten. my everything.
I sat there and cried. i miss him, but i don't at the same time. i love him, but i don't what is wrong with me. he was the only one, the only one who cared. about me. about my life, about my family. what did i just lose? my life. its not my fault, but it still is.i was the one who ran away instead of talking to him. if i didn't run, we could've talked and figured it out.