I’m sitting here all alone, on the steps of the Westminster Children’s Library. Alone. Cold. And Thinking. I was sitting on the freezing concrete steps in my thin black leggings. I swear if I get up and chunks of skin and fabric are stuck onto the steps there...I. will. scream. I was probably gonna have to wait for a super long time. I mean c’mon it took us two days to get here. Shit. Where am I gonna stay? I thought to myself. I was jostled out of my thoughts by my name being called. “Lindsey!? Lindsey Conrad!?” I jumped up leaving a bit of fabric and some skin stuck to the steps. I screamed in agony my eyes watering from the immense pain I was enduring. Someone came running up to me wrapping me in a comforting embrace and although I couldn’t see since my own tears blinded me, I could still smell and that’s what did him in. “Get away from me Harry. I don’t want to talk to you.” I said wriggling out of his grasp. “Lindsey. I am SO sorry! Please forgive me Love!” He said clearly distraught. I wiped away my tears enough to clarify my vision. After I did that I could see he had been crying. Hard. His eyes were red and puffy and I felt terrible. But he ripped my world to shreds. I didn’t want to show him any of my pity. “Go. Away. Harold.” I said grimacing. I was in pain. Both emotionally and physically. “Why?” He asked his brows creasing. Adrenaline and anger suddenly shot through my veins as I whirled around to face him. “Why? WHY?! Harold Edward Styles. You have got to be fucking kidding me! Jesus God! Honestly? You just ripped up my world. The thing I worked so fucking hard on. My Life! And you just ripped the damn thing to shreds.” I continued yelling as he just hung his head down in shame. I softened up a bit as I heard him sob. He was trying to hide it but he was crying. I couldn’t stand seeing people cry. That was another one of my weaknesses. I hated to see people sad, alone, crying or broken. My hand flew up to his cheek where I cupped his face, forcing him to look into my eyes. My heart melted again. “I’m so sorry Lindsey…I’m so so sorry!” He started rambling on and on about how much he screwed up and how he never meant to hurt me and he was completely sorry and such an idiot, and blah, blah, blah! I knew there was only one way to shut him up. And I didn’t mind it either. I pressed my lips to his in a kiss, shutting him up and making him kiss me back almost instantly. It was a very passionate kiss. He pulled away, to catch his breath. “Holy. Shit” He Breathed. I nodded. “Tell me about it styles!” I winked, he exhaled a shaky breath. “Lindsey, I’m so sorry for ripping your journal. If there’s any way. Any way at all I can make it up to you...Please tell me.” He looked down again. I tilted his chin up towards me. “Shut up and Kiss me Styles.” and He did.

Notes

Sorry. It probably sucked. But Hey! At least I'm writing!! (=