I Can't Believe You! (one direction fanfic)

" I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I scream, tears pouring down my face, reminding me of a waterfall. Waterfalls are supposed to be majestic amd beautiful. Nothing of my tears are majestic or beautiful.
"Listen to me Amy! I can fix this. Please?" he begs dropping to his knees in an attempt to bring me back to him. I stare at him in his helpless state. Why does he do this to me? His beautiful green eyes meet mine and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Only it doesn't work. I still see his broken figure on the ground pleading with me. It's the charm of Harrh Styles I guess...

hey guys read. I promise this will get better. Thanks

- Taylor xoxo

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4. chapter 4

Harry leads me upstairs and I lay out on my bed closing my eyes. I let him get my duffel bag from the closet and let him pack my bag. I'm too stressed out.

One: Harry cheated on me 2: My mum just died of a massive heart-attack. 3: I'm now upstairs with Harry while my mums dead body is still on the couch. How screwed up is my life?
4: I have no one left, except Harry, my father died when I was young.

Suddenly there is weight on my stomach and I open my eyes to see Harry's glossy emerald eyes. He has placed a knee on either side of my stomach while he bends and kisses my forehead. I sigh, why am I taking him back? HE FREAKIN' CHEATED! WITH TAYLOR SWIFT!

i wish I could say I don't have an answer, but I do, it's simple too, I love him.

He now leans in again, I can feel his warm, minty, breath on my neck. He leans in closer until our noses are touching... His warm lips press to mine. I instantly regret not putting on my lip- gloss or chapstick.

" Amy..." he says a bit breathless
" Yes?" I question chancing a glance into his eyes
" I'm sorry... for everything... For your mum passing, for me being an absolute jerk, what was I thibking cheating on you?" he seems to ask himself the last part. I chance another glance at his eyes, this time he meets mine. The unmistakable glint of sorrow, hurt, and guilt is way to easy to spot.

" Harry. Just stop okay! I'm afraid If i think about it to much than I won't come back to you" I whisper, not meeting his confused gaze
"Alright" he says dropping the subject " I've packed your clothes. I don't know what you bring for makeup so I'll leave the cosmetics to you" he continues.
" Okay" I mumble. I attempt to sit but Harry isn't ready to move. I use my hands and try and push him off the bed, praying he'll fall on the floor. He doesn't budge. Instead he leans his head down until our heads our touching
" I love you Amy..."
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