The End Of My Love Story {Harry Styles Fan Fiction} COMPLETED

Chapter 20

Harry's POV:

"Harry, come on. We got your favorite, Nandos." Niall says as he pops his head into my half open door.

"That's your favorite. And I'm not leaving this bed." I mutter as I bury my head deeper into my pillow.

"Okay, do you want me to bring your food up?" He says with a softer tone.

"I'm not hungry." My voice is muffled into the fabric, and I can make out Niall rolling his eyes through the corner of mine.

After he leaves, I flip around in bed and run a hand through my greasy curls. I haven't showered for a couple days. I've been too depressed to get out of bed. Well, I guess I need to start trying to become human again. 

I slowly hoist myself out of bed and pad across the carpet to the bathroom. I turn the water up all the way, watching as the steam fills the bathroom, pulling off my pajama bottoms and stepping in.

The water pours down my bare back, making me momentarily forget about everything. It's just me and the water. No Lola, no fans, no thoughts. The past few months, my life has taken a dramatic turn to the worst. No girl has ever effected me as much as Lola, it's like she created a giant fricken void in my heart. 

After letting the water take me over, I step out of the shower with a fresh mind. Still a sad one, but I have the will to at least go downstairs and have some lunch with the boys. 

"Oh, look. The beast has come out of hibernation." Liam jokes as I sulk into the kitchen. 

"Very funny, ha ha." I mutter as I slide into the chair next to him. Niall sets some chicken and fries in front of me. Louis puts his chin in his hands and stares at me, and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"You usually smile within a minute of sitting with us. Your face looks like a dropping wieght so much right now." He blurts out.

"Well, I'm not exactly feeling too smily right now, if you haven't noticed." I snap at him. 

"Sorry, sorry." He mutters.

"Look, Harry, we're going clubbing tonight. I think it would cheer you up if you came." Zayn says from across the table. I shake my head and push my plate away.

"I don't want to." 

"Too bad, you're coming." Niall says with a smile as he fist pumps my shoulder. I roll my eyes, knowing arguing would be useless. They'd find a way to make me come.

"I'm going back to my bed." 

Lola's POV:

I might have been ditching college a bit for the past few weeks, but now, college is back in.

URGHHH. This is not the time, and I groan as I pull into the student parking lot. If I even think about Harry, I start crying, and with them being so famous and all, I'm easily reminded. I'm starting to have an urge to just drop out and get a job at McDonalds or something, but I would probably end up regretting it once I'm over this whole situation. 

I maneuver my leg out of the car and position my crutches on the asphalt, taking in a breath and hoping this day turns out decent enough.  

I crutch down the halls until I reach my first class, where I settle into a seat and pull out my laptop. A few girls are already seated next to me, gathered around their laptop and giggling about something. They all notice me and suddenly just start staring.

"She's here, she came back." One of them whispers to her friend. Suddenly, she clears her throat at me.

"Did you actually, like, date Harry Styles?" She says awestruck. My eyes go wide, and I can feel tears welling up behind my eyelids.

"Um, yeah." I mutter as I look away. They all laugh and continue to whisper not nice things to eachother. No crying, Lola. Don't cry! I take in a deep breath of relief when my professor walks in and starts the lecture, pulling my mind away from Harry.

After the class ends, I shuffle my way through the day. I ignore all the mean looks shot from all parts of the hallway and try not to imagine the death threats they're thinking. This will hopefully all blow over soon, and I'll become the invisible girl again. All I can do for now is bury my pain deeper inside and pull up my hood down farther on my face. Oh yeah, and don't forget the ice cream.

One more class left of the day, and then I can go home and drown in my hole of self pity and melted Ice cream.

I open my textbook and rest my chin in my hand, ready to fall asleep as the professor boringly lectures on and tells us to read the chapter. Everyone in the class is secretly playing Angry Birds or listening to music under the desks, except me. I haven't been on my phone in a while. I have a vow against twitter and that would just tempt me. It sits under my pillow, untouched. I'm not really paying attention though, don't get me wrong. I'm focused on the sound of some music from the person sitting next to me. It sounds familiar, but I can't really hear the words. I discretely glance over and scoot slowly closer to the her until I can hear it more.

"You know I'll be, your life, your voice, your reason to be. My love, my heart, is beating for this. Moment, in time, I'll find the words to sayyy, before you leave me today." 

Why does it sound so familiar. I look at the screen, and it all hits me as I see five bodies singing in chorus, hitting each note perfectly with emotion spilling out. My eyes widen, breath slowing down as a close up of Harry comes on the laptop screen. Even though it was recorded a while ago, I feel like he's singing to me as he belts out the powerful lyrics. My heart beats hyper fast, pounding against the inside of my chest and making me feel dizzy. I can't handle this right now.

"Pretty good song, huh? Found it on YouTube randomly." The girl suddenly says. I look up at her, my eyes almost popping out of my head. Suddenly, tears begin to pour down my face as loud sobs escapemy mouth. Her eyes go wide as I charge out of the room with the whole class watching me like a freak.