Chapter 7: Work This Out
I had to admit, I'm glad I did what I did with Jayda. Even I I don't remember it. I'm glad I hand the chance to be close to her. The problem is, she's not. She's not glad or happy or even the least bit of joyed. It's hard loving someone who hates you.
I caught her eye, walking to campus. "Jayda!" I called. She picked up her speed. "Jayda!" I called once again. She was now running. I caught up to her. "Jayda, I'm sorry. I really am. I was drunk! It wasn't intentional." She kept silent, looking everywhere but my eyes. "Look at me." I commanded. She looked with glossy eyes. Tears brimming them. I hate to know she was hurt. More so, that I was the reason why. "Say something." I pleaded. Her jaw tightened. "What do you want me to say, Harry?" She asked. "Anything." I begged.
"Anything." He begged. "Fine," I began. "I can't do this. I can't let myself get hurt. I feel like you don't care. You put me through a lot Harry. I went through depression, anorexia.. Worst of all, I'm falling for the person who put me through it." I said. With that I walked away. "Wait!" He called. This time I didn't look back, or stop. I just kept walking. Ignoring the world.
"What's wrong, love?"
I read. Liam had passed me a note. I smile at his way.
"Nothing. Thanks for asking (:"
I threw it at his head. "Ow!" He shouted. I giggled. "Mr.Payne." The teacher spoke. "Is there something you'd like to share?"
Liam turned red. "N-no ma'am."
I giggled even harder at that.
After school, I hopped in my Ferrari and made my way to Urth Cafe. I got out of my car, only to be pushed against it again.
I looked; Harry. Before I could say anything, he pressed his soft lips against mine. Kissing me with passion and love. He pulled away. "I love you, too." He whispered. I smiled and brought his lips back to mine.
I don't know what happened or how. All I knew was that I forgave him, I was hand in hand with him, and that's all that seemed to matter.