Harry`s POV:
There she was with her curly, blonde hair, tiny like a kid and her beautiful, innocent face. Pretty and gorgeous as always, staring at me, nearly naked and then at Stella, laying on my bed like she just fell out of an underwear commercial poster.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I realized the pizza cartons, she was holding in her hands. Screw it!

“Clary, let me explain...”, I started, but she shook her head and dropped the cartons to the floor.

“Save it to you, Harry”, she said with an angry voice. She gave me a last glare and I could see the pain in her eyes before she turned and stormed out of my room.

Clarys` POV:

“Clary, let me explain...”, he started. How could he try to explain anything right now?

“Save it to you, Harry”, I said angry since I could feel tears coming up. I told myself that I won`t cry in front of them and show how injured I was.

My heart felt like it was shattered in less than 5 seconds, which had took me to capture and understand the situation. I dropped the pizza and glanced at Harry one more time before I turned and ran out of his room.

I felt sick and I had to get out of there. Away from this whole situation. Away from him.

(SOME TIME LATER)


All I could think was: How could he do this to me? And It hurts so much, it feels like I`m drowning.

I sobbed uncontrollable into my pillows to avoid my Mum or sister to come in and check on me. I closed my eyes, but the image was still there.

It looked like they were about to do it, so at least I had ruined the mood with rushing in. You should have known it, my inner voice whispered cruel and I howled injured.

All the things he had told me, had been lies. How pretty, beautiful, flawless, gorgeous, funny, special, cute and perfect I was.

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie and another lie.

I always knew I wasn`t any of this things and I pitied myself now for being so naive and believing him any ways.

Harry was such a dick. Ass. Bastard.

I winced at every word because I loved him. And that fact was the worst part. I couldn`t even believe that he was. I didn`t wanted to believe it.

My heart was broken and for the first time I could understand all those stupid girls in romantic movies. Even though I knew it wasn`t the end of the world, it felt like it.

I couldn`t imagine how to go to school ever again and just see his face for even just one more time. My whole body hurted, not just my heart.

My head was banging, my muscles felt sore and my feet were heavy. Please, somebody has to stop this pain, I prayed to myself.

But nobody could. The only person, who could had, was the one that made me go through all of this.

Harry Styles was a heartbreaker. Now I believed all the rumours I had heard about him on my first week here in Holmes Chapel. Because he broke mine as well.

Notes

Hey. I decided Harry needs to get a voice as well. Just felt like it.
School sucks by the way. Just felt like I had to say that as well.

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