Chapter 1 - Memories

"Look me in the eyes and say that you felt nothing!" he screams slamming a shaking fist against the wall next to me, trapping my trembling body with his own.

"If I did that, I would be lying" I reply, my voice ending with the slightest tremor, "and I don't lie"

His dark green eyes widen, the burning anger slowly being replaced with surprise.

"What are you saying?" he croaks out, his voice raspy from the yelling. The fighting. The tears.

I bite my lip in nervousness. He has to know what is coming. It's in every teenage, cliche love story. Every stupid fairy tale that always has a happy ending. Every dream. He has to know what my words mean.

Or not.

"I'm in love with you, Harry Styles"