Renewed

Harry Styles Fanfiction-----Steph is nervous on her first day of college. She is leaving her wonderful boyfriend to fend for himself until they visit each other again. At WSU she meets Harry, a man with too many tattoos and piercings. But when they get to know each other they realize that they are completely different.


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8. Chapter 8

I wake up feeling cold and alone. I miss Harr-Connor. I miss Connor. I wish he were here. I miss Connor. I tell myself, forcing my brain to push Harry back as far as possible. 

My fingers wrap around my phone, lifting it up and bringing it to my face. The light almost blinds me in the dark room. I'm thankful that Ashley isn't here, she's probably somewhere making out with a random guy, as usual.

I blindly dial Harry's number and place the call. He picks up on the other line quite quickly. 

"Hello?" He says, a tone of both excitement and concern hinting in his voice. 

"Hey, Harry. Could you come over here-now-please?" I ask, praying he says no. 

"Yeah, be there in a minute." He says and disconnects. I want to slap myself for calling him. Now what will I say to him? I have nothing planned. He's just been an asshole and now I want him to come to my room and 'talk' to him. What the hell was I even thinking, again?

I create a brief draft of what I am going to say, you know- the usual crap. I hear a knock on the door and jump up to open it. 

"Hey." I say simply before returning to the warmth of my bed. I turn on the lamp to see him about to sit on my bed. 

"Oh, is this okay?" He says and looks down at the bed.

"Yeah, it's fine. Harry- I need to say a few things, alright? You can't just flip out at me because I say "I love you." Sorry that I'm not used to a guy suggesting going to his room and then getting mad when I say how I feel."

"I know, it was a fucked up thing to do." He interrupts.

"Yeah, well, that's what you are. So I need to know if this is real or not. Is it, or isn't it?" I run my fingers through my hair as he thinks. 

"I don't know." He says, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Okay, then this doesn't mean anything." I state, fighting back the tears. 

"I guess." He mumbles and open the door. The one little tear escapes just when he looks back at me one more time. 

"Then you keep the hell away from me, Harry. Keep away. This is the only warning I will give." I warn him as his hand grasps the doorknob. 

"See you around, then, Stephanie." He says harshly, I can feel the chill from his words go down my neck.

"Bye." I say just as coldly in response. Of course he doesn't even react. When he is on the other side of the door I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and break down. It's over. Of course it is. I should never have challenged him. You did what was right, my conscience tells me. I wipe my eyes and of course dial Connor's number. 

"Hey, Steph." He says, more friendly than Harry.

"Hey." I try to hold back a sniffle to no avail. 

"Steph, what's wrong?"

"I-I just miss you a lot." I lie. I can't bring myself to say, 'Hey, Connor. I'm sad because the guy I was cheating on you with just ended, well, we just ended our secret relationship and now I want to be faithful to you again until I find a new guy to make out with because I can't stand making out with you.' 

"Aw, Steph, I miss fighting with you too." He says, slightly harshly, but not as harsh as Harry's words which can cut into your soul. 

"I'm sorry, I was-stressed-and I just took out all of my anger on you. I'm so sorry." I apologize. I should be apologizing for worse things, but whatever.

"I forgive you." He states and none of my emotions change. "I should go, Steph."

"Connor, I need to tell you something." I can't lie to him. Not now. Not ever. 

"Yes?"

"I did something-horrible. So horrible." I start to cry. 

"What is it?" He says, almost scared to ask that one question. 

"I-I dropped the perfume you gave me." I kick myself for not telling him. I hate myself right now.

"Aw, it's okay. I'll just get a new one for you, Steph. Don't worry about it, okay? Don't cry, not now. Not because of that!" 

"Alright, thank you." I lie through my teeth. 

"I love you." He says. I can't say it back. I just can't lie.

"Bye." I say so very sad to sound so cruel when he is in love with me. 

"Bye."

I hang up the phone and throw it on the bed. I slam my head into my pillow as I think of my horrible lie. This couldn't get any worse.

 

 

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