I Do

Catie's POV


What? The? Fuck?

He likes me?

What is wrong with him? He's supposed to hate me!

Do I even like him? No. Never in a million years. He's just using me, I can feel it.


"Catie ..? Catie, please just say something. Please." He looks like he wants to cry. Fucking douche.

"Look Harry. I don't want to hurt your feelings or something, but I like you. I've never liked you or your friends and I actually don't think I ever will. Honestly, I don't know if I can believe all of this. Maybe you're just playing me, maybe you're just using me for se-"

"No! Dammit Catie! I would never do things like that! I know I've made mistakes, terrible mistakes, and I can't take them back! I know, I'm a monster and you don't deserve me. Nobody deserves me, I'm just so fucked up, that I fuck up everything. I understand you don't want to talk to me anymore." He breathes out. Not waiting for me to responce he ran upstairs.

* 1 week later *


Catie's POV


One week. It has been one week since my little 'fight' with Harry. For some reason I felt so... bad. I don't know why.

The whole week Harry has been ignoring me. He locked himself up in the guest room and he was just on his phone, laptop, reading a book or he was asleep. Every night he slept on the couch, and I in our bedroom.

There was something bothering him, and I don't even have the balls to ask what's wrong.

Dinner was ready, and I called Harry to get downstairs to have dinner. No responce.

"Harry? DINNER'S READY!" I yell, but get no reaction.

Oh god, what if something happend? Our parents would kill me.

I run upstairs as quick as I can and to my luck the door of the guest room isn't locked this time.
I open the door, finding Harry asleep and he was sweating badly.

"No... no! No, please don't...." He mutters in his sleep. Is he having a nightmare?

I slowly walk towards the bed, sitting on it. I shake Harry's shoulders.

"Harry? Harry, please wake up, dinner's ready!" I say.

"NO!" he yells, as his eyes shot open seeing me. He quickly sits up and his strong arms embrace me, as he buries his head in my neck.

My hand flies up to his back and I slowly rub circles on his back.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask, knowing he had a nightmare.

"No.. Actually, yes. I do wanna talk about it." He says and pulls away.

"When I was young, my father would always beat me up. Most of the time he was drunk. He hated me, and he still does. My mother was scared of him, she couldn't do anything. Because he's a commissioner, you know.
Everyday he came home late, and never gave a single fuck about his family. I practically grew up without a father. He never acted like one. I just got upset everytime I saw a family doing things together, because I knew my family was fucked up. And it hurts, everytime I think about it. My mother found a job and she worked as fuck only for me. My father never did something for us, he kept all his money for himself. As I grew up, I slowly turned in the partying person. I lost my virginity when I was 15 years old. I bullied people, just not to think about my pain. The day you came to our school, was hurtful. Because I knew there was something different about you. I bullied you for a reason, and I know that I never should do that, but I still did.
My mother and my father were very in love with each other, and they married. After their marriage my father slowly turned into an evil, as you know. I knew I had to marry you, I heard my parents talk about it. But you know, for someone like me it's not easy to tell you. That's another reason I bullied you, because I was scared we would end up like my family..." he trails off, tears stained on his cheeks as he sobs.

Now I feel like shit. He has a horrible life and I'm making it worse for him. Fucking great.

I pull him towards me for a hug, and he cries on my neck. I rub his back.

"Harry... I didn't know all of this. I'm sorry for yelling at you, you were hurt and I was being a bitch to you. I'm so sorry..."

He looks at me, his face facing mine while his hands are still around my waist.

"Hey, don't be sorry. You didn't know anything, so don't blame yourself. Are you... Are we okay now?" His whispers, his voice cracking at the last sentence.

I nod. My hands fly up to his cheeks and I clean his tears with my thumbs. He smiles at me, and I give him a half-smile back. I can't be a bitch to him forever, right?

I pull him in for a hug again, just to comfort him.

Do I even like him? Only as a friend, maybe. But I will never have feelings for him or something.

That's just impossible.


Harry's POV


My heart can jump out of my chest any moment. It feels so good to have her small arms around my torso. But it hurts too, because to me it's amazing, but to her it's nothing but a friendly, comforting hug.


I wrap my arms around her waist .She rests her head on my chest but looks up at me, again.

"Uhm.. Harry?"

"Yes, love?''

"Dinner's ready." She grins and I laugh.

Notes

Hey guys!

I've been editing the chapters so sorry if you thought I was updating lol.

Love you guyss!!