Hurting Love

I wiped the single tear away. There's no going back now. I can't let this take me over. Yet every time I walk away I end up running back to his arms. I thought I'd never love anyone ever again till I saw him. His curly brown locks. His emerald green eyes. He changed it all. Even if I don't admit it I know its true.


5. in my head

Rachel's POV: 

"Are you serious!?" I exclaimed. Simon shrugged. "Fans are thinking that Harry is gay. He needs a girlfriend so fans stop believing he is gay." Simon stated. 

"I'd rather be his maid than some girl that fans think he's banging every night." I growled. Simon chuckled. "Go talk to the boys. Their not as bad as you think." Simon motioned back down the hallway. I stomped my feet and started marching to the boys. 

I pushed open the door. All their faces were red, while Harry wore a smug look. "Shut up Styles!" I growled. Harry smirked. "Guess things are going the wrong way for you." Harry chuckled. "You know pride isn't gonna help you in this situation!" I snapped at Harry as I stepped closer to him. "Karma is a bitch and its gonna come and hit you. Karma has a name and Karma just so happens to be my boyfriend! so you touch me, kiss me, flirt with me, or expect me to get in bed with you then your life is endanger. So if I were you I'd shut the hell up and wipe that smirk off my face!" I exclaimed. 

My face was inches away from Harrys. His smirk was wiped clean off his face. Fear replaced pride. "Good now that we got that sorted out I must go talk with the other co workers so please excuse me." I curtsied to the boys and left them with dumbfounded expressions. 

Harry's POV:

I stared at the door minutes after Rachel left. "Harry my advice for you is don't fall for her." Liam suggested. Louis chuckled a little to loudly. "To late Liam that girl got Harry wrapped around her finger." Louis grinned. Niall and Zayn burst out laughing. 

"I think her boyfriend is bad for her." I thought aloud. Liam stepped towards me and waved his hand in front of my face. "Uh Hello is Harry's brain in there? Don't get yourself involved with her. She's bad news Harry." Liam stated. 

"Liam's right. She may be pretty and all, but Harry she has a life you don't wanna mess with!" Niall suggested. I shook my head. "But she seems so..." I stared into space for a minute. "hurt." I finished my thought. 

"Harold you don't know that. Just let her deal with herself." Louis suggested as he pat my back. I nodded, but I knew it would be hard for me to ignore her. 

Her Bright blond hair was burned into my mind. Her freckles, eyes, smile. Well I'm not sure I've ever seen her smile. But I wanna be the person gets her to smile. However first I have to get her to trust me. 

Rachel's POV: 

Fuck you curly. My mind is screaming. He's to proud. He acts like he knows everything, but he doesn't. But that's how celebrities are. 

I continued through the building. I examined every room and person. Every one here seems rich, uptight, or perfect. I walked faster trying to escaped the urge to scream. Until I ran right into a fellow blondie. 

"Oh my god are you okay?" The blond boy asked. "Yeah I'm fine don't sweat it." I snapped. The boy cocked his head to the side as if he was figuring something out. 

I stared at the boy. Damn it Rachel! You forgot his name. Blondie equals Zayn? no thats not it. 

"Niall. My names Niall." The blondie stated as if he read my mind. "I already knew that!" I snapped a little to harshly. Niall giggled. "Yeah right." He replied. I shrugged. "I'm not exactly the best with names." I replied as I looked down at the ground. 

I felt two fingers lift my chin up so I could look at the adorably cute blond haired, blue eyed boy. Niall studied my face a while. "You remember Harrys name. Right?" Niall asked. I groaned. "Its hard not to forget a shitballs name." I rolled my eyes. 

Niall chuckled at my choice of words. "But that shitball happens to be quite the fellow. Who just so happens to fancy you." Niall patted my head. Compared to the boys I seemed like a little girl, but other people my age I'm taller than them. 

"I don't give a fuck about Styles." I snapped. Niall chuckled again. "Don't deny it. You met him and you thought he was sexy, believe me the lads and I think he's quite gorgeous." Niall smirked. 

"Are y'all gay?" I asked not thinking straight at what the blondie said. "No we're all just really close." Niall chuckled. I nodded. Niall seems nice. I see a good friendship in the future for us. 

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