20. Unscrambling a heart.
My chest felt like I had ten thousand tiny swords stabbing it. I just laid in bed with tears flying out of my eyes like little rain showers of pain. I haven't answered my phone in days, I haven't even eaten. I felt really sick. At the same time I just wanted to be left alone and dwell on my pain.
I thought Liam was different. I didn't think he was such a jerk. How could I live with someone for years and end up not knowing them. Then again Harry isn't that jerk I thought I knew back in the apartment.
Everything I thought I knew isn't real. My life has just been a dream that slowly turned into a stupid nightmare. Can't I just go back to when I thought everything was real? Back to when Liam was sweet and kind to me? Back to when Louis was alive and they were just obnoxious fools.
I felt more tears slip out of my eyes as I curled up into a pillow. I heard a soft cough coming from the doorway. I waved my hand at whoever it was telling them to go away. They didn't listen to me. Instead they came in and laid down on my bed. They wrapped their arms around me and pulled me into their arms. I clung to his chest and cried.
"Please don't cry Brie..." He mumbled.
"It hurts..." I cried.
"Brie, Liam isn't worth your tears."
"Harry I know that but...."
"Don't think about him. Think about the things that make you happy." He kissed my forehead.
"Harry..." I whined.
"Focus your thoughts on something else." He held me tighter. "I promise the pain will go away."
"Can you do me a favor?" I mumbled.
"Stay with me a little longer..."
"Of course love." He kissed my forehead again.
My eyes closed as I listened to the sound of his beating heart. I suddenly felt at ease. My chest still hurt but the tears were finally gone. He's right I need to stop thinking about him and focus on things that make me happy. I don't need to be in this pain for someone who treated me like a toy. That's all I was to Liam. A toy.