Chapter 16:

Chapter 16My phone buzzes lightly in my pocket, waking me from my restless sleep. I groan and prop myself up on the arm of the couch. I must have fallen asleep down here managing Harrys schedule. "Hello," I murmur into the phone sleepily, my eyes half opened. "Taylor, sweetie! How are you?" My moms voice perkily echoes through the phone. I pull it away from my ear and straighten suddenly, taken back by the cheerfulness. "I- uhm, I'm fine. How are y'all? I haven't seen you guys in forever," I say, looking around at the serene morning air of the December household. My parents had been increasingly distant lately, my father on business setting up the location for filming while mom joined him. "We're good, your fathers' a bit stressed about everything but we're seeing you in a few weeks, right?" She asks. "Ah, mom, I don't think I can. I know Harrys' coming of course but I don't think I need to be out there." "But don't you want to? Africa is such a beautiful-" She pauses, a slapping sound coming from the back. "-a very beautiful place, with- with definitely a lot of wildlife."I laugh, "I know you don't like it there, you don't have to pretend around me. Why don't you just come here?""But what kind of wife would I be then?" She sighs. She's so devoted to dad though he's never been devoted to her. Countless time he'd come home apologizing after he cheated or drank too much, and of course he came home around once a month. He came home late, she called him loyal to his work, he made a mistake, she said that everyone makes mistakes. While that may be right, she's too free to give her love to an unloyal man. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad but he's not been much of a father to me. "I think he can deal with you to be gone for 2 weeks here.." I say finally. The other line becomes quiet as she considers this. I miss her, I miss her so much and the way my old life went. Just the two of facing the world. "Okay, fine. I will," She decides, asking about the shop and Ed along with some side questions before dismissing herself to help out with something at the base. I say my goodbyes and hang up, sliding the phone onto the glass coffee.•Harrys still asleep which means it's me who has to get the paper in the cold today. My hands cup the coffee mug urgently, trying to keep warm as I scatter out the door to the road, pick up the paper and stumble back. As I reach the door I glance down at the paper to see Harrys face. Thinking it's about the movie, I lock my eyes on the headline causing my jaw to hang open. "Actor Harry Styles not phased by recent marriage; reverts to old ways as he locks lips with unknown blonde." My lip quivers which I bite down. On the page is truly Harry kissing a bleach blonde in the middle of a club. He really hasn't changed. And I wondered why he was home late last night, and to think he was kissing the likes of that. Just in time, look who decides to come down at the boiling point of my rage, Harry. He wears a smile on his face as if nothing was wrong, well of course he's smiling he had a heck of a night. "What the hell is this, Harry?" I shout, flinging up the newspaper at his face. He gives me a quizzingly look, his expression dropping as he sees the picture. "You know, I should've known you never cared for me. All you wanted is my company to fill the gap in your empty life. You're an actor, how could I forget? The 'best actor in the business', they'd say. You acted like you loved me and took it from me and made me feel insignificant just so I could- what?- pleasure you? Fill your needs? Did I do a good enough job for you, Mr. Styles, did I meet your requirements? Or would you rather this girl? Hm?" My tone is slanderish though my body and words are shaking out as if each stings my throat. Tears prick my eyes, only falling when they become to heavy for my lids to bear. And what makes it worse is that he's just standing there like an idiot not knowing what to do. Playing innocent! Well he is not the innocent one. He made me forget who he was and who he actually is. I thought he had changed but he really cant. "Taylor-" He starts but I cut his already deadend sentence. "How could you, Harry? I loved you and you made me feel like I'm nothing!. You know what, I hate you. I hate the way you made me feel safe and protected and the lies you told and the way you acted like you cared when you never did. You never did. You're such a player. I hate you, Harry Styles, I HATE YOU!" My words growing increasingly heated as I back up, suddenly scared of myself. My words even take me back. Now that this happened I realize I did love him, he taught me how to love and now I realized everything he taught me was poison to my veins. He lied. He lied so much. How could I believe him at all? A tear falls from his eye which I recognize as fake, shaking my head quickly, unstable in the situation and basically hysterical. He dips his head to stare at the floor.Before I have to stare at his reaction any longer I dart upstairs and into my room, locking it tightly and diving head first into my pillows slouched on the bed. For the rest of the horrible day, I spend it sobbing hysterically and without eating, my mind not registering it. All I can think of is the memories replaying in the back of my mind of the times that seem so hard to fake. My mind dissects the moments into what makes sense of the points that he's just an arrogant jerk who's after pleasure with no care in the world for me. One thing is sure, Harry ruined my simple life. I don't no what else to do besides cry so I just dial Ed and get ready to vent.