The Bad Boy’s Girl

Harry's pov

school was long as hell, and Sarah would not reply to any ofh text, I even tried calling her in the bathroom, went straight to voicemail, what is going on? Jamie is what's going on the little fuck told her about this morning. I tug my hands through my hair, finally done with pacing, I skip class and then drove straight to Sarah's house.

Thank god her parents were not home. I knocked on her door, rang the door bell a few times and sighed. Hearing the door handle click. It revealed her face.

"Hey." I said, before she pulled me into her house.

I looke sat get confused. She didn't even look at me. "So that's it?"

"What?" I said, looking at her. She didn't even look at me.

"Don't act fucking stupid Harry!" She said, her voice cracking. She looked at me and noticed that tears were telling from her eyes. she out her fingers up in quotation. "She's not my fucking girlfriend?" She sighed. "Then what am I? Are you telling them we are fucking and I'm you're friend with benefits?"

i shook my head, speechless.

"I gave you all of me, you took what I had. It was all wasted away." She cried, she wiped her tears away and turned away from me.

"I'm sorry." I confess. "It won't happen again." I promised.

"Get out Harry." She said, my heart falling and shattering. I didn't want to upset her. I moved away from her, moving out her house.

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