The Living (Sequel to The Undead) - A Harry Styles Fanfic

Continuation of The Undead read the first one to find out more! DON'T READ MORE UNLESS YOU WANT A PLOT SPOILER FOR THE UNDEAD!!

After Autumn awakes images of her dream life with Harry haunts her dreams. Will she be able to get him to remember her or will fate bring them together! Read more to find out!

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12. Chapter 10 - Second Chances

 

Autumn's POV

 

"It is trust me but I mean it gives me plenty of options." He smirked.

That little cocky asshole. I can't believe he is exactly who I was worried he was a spoiled little pop star. I cannot believe I let myself fall for this son of a bitch! He's exactly like who he was in the beginning and as shocked as I am at him I'm not. I'm better than this I don't need him. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't need him at all. All this time I was literally going crazy over this guy from a dream when in reality I needed to woman up and find myself a real man. I don't care if he remembers me because he obviously doesn't care either.

"Well if I'm just one of your options" I air quoted sounding much more sure of myself then what I felt "then I'm going to go."

Turning on my heel I stormed out of my room. Enough with therapy I'm going back to school and I'm going to be a successful woman away from freakin One Direction and Harry Styles. Slamming the button on the elevator I let myself fume in my anger. I can't believe I let freakin Lia get to me too like wtf is wrong with me? What have I turned into. You know I really should just storm back in there slap him and tell him he ruined my life but that would give him some form of sick satisfaction and will make me look weak so I won't. I'm so done with him and his hair..

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my arm.

"Autumn, I'm sorry can you come back please." Harry asked his eyes pleading. He almost looked genuinely upset, not that I believed him or anything.

"So what you can make fun of me for falling all over you like everyone else I think I'm fine." I glared crossing my arms and turning back to the elevator.

"Look I didn't mean that I just really don't know what to do around you because as much as I hate to admit it I don't really know you even though I feel like I do. I guess I just wanted you to like me and I don't know why I thought being an asshole was how." He looked at the ground as he talked and as much as I hate to admit it he looked almost adorable nervous. I really don't know him either and I don't know how you get to know someone you already feel like you know.

"As nice as it is to hear you admit that I don't know if I can forgive you this fast because I don't really know you either." I sighed.

"Look I know I was a jerk but come back inside and we can try to get to know each other for real this time without me ruining it." He held out his hand for me to take and I grabbed onto it hesitantly. He led me back to his room and we sat on chairs across from each other. 

"So what's your favorite color?" He asked me with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Could you be anymore cliche?"

"Just answer the question." 

"Blue, like the sky on a cloudless day."

"Ok favorite food." He asked again.

"Hey it's my turn to ask a question."

"Ughhh fine."

"What's your favorite food." I asked him smirking.

"Wow isn't that original." He replied sarcastically. "Tacos and you?"

"Hmmm probably Mac and Cheese."

"Where did you grow up?" I asked.

"Holmes Chapel England." He smiled. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope I'm a lone wolf." He laughed and we continued to quiz each other. 

We got along fine. It was fine but thats it no sparks. I don't understand I thought we were perfect. We spent hours trying to keep up a conversation but we had to try. It wasn't right and I could tell he felt the same. I made an excuse to leave and he lead me out the door.

"It was nice to see you Autumn." He smiled.

"Same. Bye, Harry." It felt final. Like I was finally letting go.

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