She closes her eyes as her feet hit the pavement. Step after step causes her tears to fall faster and faster. She is not as strong as she once was.

Everything fell apart and it was all her fault. This truth alone threatened to tear her apart. Tears had become something of an old friend to her as they seemed to always be there, as a constant reminder of what had been.

But nothing she did could reverse her actions and she knew that. Nothing could right her wrongs or fix what she had broken. Her conclusion was to forget. To leave it behind and start over. But what happens when your past catches up to you despite all the odds?

Taking a deep breath, I step out into the cold winter night. Looking up at the night sky I watch as the snow floats down and falls around me. I smile as a snowflake lands on my nose, quickly changing to liquid.

Examining my surroundings, I quickly run to the trees. There I am covered by the night and cannot be seen by unwanted eyes. I pull out my phone and dial his number. It rings three times before he answers and I smile as I here his low husky voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Hello?" I say sheepishly, looking around me one more time just to be safe. He chuckles as he hears how nervous I am.

"Hello, love." His deep voice is coated in a british accent that makes me weak in the knees.

"Where are you?! If my parents catch me I will be grounded for the rest of my life!" I freeze as I try to remember whether I put pillows in my bed or not. With no recollection, I hope for the best regardless.

Strong arms encircle my waist and I smile as I lean into him. "You know, I could've been a pedophile or serial killer and you wouldn't even know."

I smile at him and role my eyes, turning around in his arms to peck his lips. When I start to pull back, he holds me still and backs me into a tree. Connecting our lips, he places his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I bite his lip, teasing him. He cocks his head to the left to gain better access, but right as he is about to stick his tongue in my mouth I roll out of his grip, smiling wickedly at him.

He rolls his eyes and I turn around and take off running. He runs after me and it isn't long before he's right behind me. He picks me up and spins me around while I squeal and pray that he won't drop me.

After setting me gently on my feet, I intertwine my fingers with his as we walk to his Audi parked in the street. He opens the passenger door for me and waits until I am sitting down before he closes the door. After running around to his side of the car, he gets inside and starts the engine, automatically turning the heater on full blast.

Handing me his jacket, I cover myself with it and curl into a ball as I look over at him, admiring his beauty. One thing about Harry is that he isn't simply hot or sexy, he's beautiful and gorgeous. From his green eyes to his brown curls, he is utterly attractive and for the life of me I can never figure out why he picked someone as dull looking as me.

And it isn't as if there aren't prettier girls at our school, because there are. There are plenty of bottled blondes who practically throw themselves at him. For a long time, I was the only one who didn't.

That is until he stopped by my locker that day almost a year ago. That day changed my life completely. That day changed me.

Before I met Harry, I was known as the goody two shoes of Anthem High. I never broke the rules or disobeyed my parents. I never even broke curfew. Not once. I kept my grades in the A+ range and always made sure to turn my assignments in a week early.

When Harry Styles walked into my life, all of that changed. Thinking back on it now, I find it kind of funny how much I really hated Harry. He had this whole bad boy image and I always hated it. He was so full of himself and for me, he was one of those people that you hate so much that whenever you see their face you just want to beat them up.

Yeah... He brought out the worst in me.

But then out of nowhere he just popped up and was waiting for me at my locker.

*FLASHBACK*

Walking to my locker at a brisk pace, I tried not to bump into anyone. This morning, my little brother and sister decided to play a prank on me and turn off my alarm. Luckily I woke up on my own only a half hour later.

Even though I wasn't too late, it was enough to put me behind on my schedule. Usually I have things planned to the very minute, so if one thing is set back, my whole schedule gets thrown off. On days like today it kind of sucks, but usually I don't have this problem and my schedule works out really well.

Turning a corner, I look up and see my locker. Everything about it is the same as usual except for the egotistical, self absorbed ass wipe standing next to it. I don't usually cuss either, but for the lack of a better word.

I decide to ignore him, and that is exactly what I do. I walk to my locker, and even though he is obnoxiously leaning against it, I manage to open it anyway. When I do, the door slams into his face and I can't help but giggle. Usually, I would feel really bad and apologize excessively, but this is Harry Styles and I don't plan on wasting my precious oxygen on him.

"Well good morning to you too, Lena." I scoff and continue grabbing the things I need from my locker. That consists of my 1st, 2nd, and 4th period classes. My 3rd period class is a free period, thankfully.

Shutting my locker, I turn my back to him and start walking to the library to return my books before 1st bell. Harry, of course being Harry, steps in front of me, blocking my way.

I groan in frustration as I try to step around him, but he quickly traps me against a nearby locker. I roll my eyes and try to move out from under him, but he stops me with his strong arms. One on each side of my head, I sigh, losing my temper very quickly.

When he doesn't take the hint to move, I push at his chest. Nothing. I bang on it several times and even slap him across the face. Again nothing. No reaction whatsoever.

I press my hands to each side of my head and use my pointer fingers to rub circular motions into my temples, attempting to ease the headache he has caused.

He carefully and gently removes my hands from my head and takes my place, massaging my temples. Soon my headache is gone and I can't help but moan at the relief. As I realize what happened, I cover my mouth and feel the blood rush to my face.

Embarrassment is my worst enemy and I am terrified to look into his eyes.

I focus on my Doctor Who converse instead as I tighten the strap on my Marauder's Map bag that my sister got for me for my birthday at Hot Topic.

When I went downstairs this morning, there was a wrapped gift sitting on the counter with a beautiful bow on top. At least my siblings remembered my birthday, even if they did mess with my alarm clock.

My parents were gone before I woke up as usual. Even though I am used to it by now, I was at least hoping they would leave a note. No such luck. This whole Harry thing wasn't helping either.

I take a deep breath and fake right so that when he goes to block me, I slip out under his other side.

I don't even bother running away as he catches up with me and stands in front of me again. I roll my eyes and exhale dramatically, stepping as hard as I can onto his foot.

He doesn't even flinch. Not even and 'ow'.

I stomp my feet in anger, but he just laughs at my childish reaction.

"What the hell do you want, Harry? I don't have time for this!" I angrily say, making sure to shoot him my dirtiest glare.

"Oh, so the goody two shoes knows how to cuss? Hey everybody! Do you hear that? Little Ms. Goody Two Shoes just cussed! The world must be ending or something!"

Completely done with his bullshit, I turn around and give up. Walking towards my 1st period classroom, I am once again interrupted.

"Look Harry, I-"

"Lena, I'm sorry. I came over to wish you a happy birthday but got nervous and turned into an asshole. It's kind of instinctual I guess..." He admits, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Shocked by his confession, I don't know how to respond to that. "Um thanks I guess?" It comes out more as a question than I meant for it to but he nods anyways.

"You have Mr. Case this period, don't you?" I nod surprised that he knows where my 1st period is. "May I walk you there?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Harry. Thank you for the happy birthday, but you don't have to do this." He cocks a smirk and I can feel my irritation growing.

He walks out in front of me stopping and sticking out his arm before I can walk around him. "Lena, I'm not doing this because I feel that I have to. I'm doing this because I want to."

I shake my head, not believing him. I have major trust issues and I was not about to trust the school player of all people.

"Yeah, you do want to talk to me, don't you? So that you can get into my pants like everyone else? No, I don't think so. Go away Harry." I say through gritted teeth.

My outburst obviously surprised him because for the first time, at least that I've seen, he is left completely speechless. I impatiently step around him and walk into my 1st period class already frustrated considering the day has just started.

1st period was English which lucky for me is my easiest subject. It's also the one I look forward to the most. I love this class because while most teachers force you to write pointless essays, in this class we can be more creative.

Sometimes we can write our feelings, but most times we tend to just write stories. The best thing about this class is he let's us write whatever we want to and won't read it until we ask him too.

As I sit down in my seat, I automatically look up at the board to see what he has written and smile when I read that we have a free day to write whatever we want.

I pull out my paper and pencil from my bag and continue to work on a story I have going right now. Right when I'm getting to the good part, the door opens suddenly, startling me half to death.

Harry steps into the classroom and I quickly try to hide my face, pretending to focus on my story. I try my best to sneak a glance at him to see why he's here, but to my dismay he's already looking in my direction.

I curse under my breath, biting my lip and trying not to make it obvious that I've been caught in the act of something. I wasn't doing anything wrong and thinking about it, I shouldn't have been looking at him in the first place.

Irritation crawls in as I try to figure out why I care so much, but I can't. It doesn't make sense and I am left dumbfounded. I center my attention on the pages in front of me until I feel someone bump into me and sit down in the desk behind me.

I ignore the sudden interruption until whoever is sitting behind me starts tugging on my hair. I try to pretend that they aren't there, but I can't. I turn around angrily and knock off my papers that were arranged neatly on my desk.

I quickly kneel down on the ground, grabbing the papers and placing them neatly on my desk. I reach for my pencil, but a much larger, calloused hand grabs it before I can.

I reach up to take my pencil from his hand and feel a spark sizzle up my arm. I jump back and furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I raise my head to meet those green eyes I have come to hate so much.

My eyebrows knit together even further as I become even more confused.

I quickly forget about my pencil and get in my seat once again. I try to remember where I was in my plot but with the constant tapping on my back that is the result of Harry, I find that it is difficult to concentrate.

I roll my eyes in frustration and turn around, about to slap him across the face.

"Harry, I am so not in the mood for this right now. Can you please do this later? Or even not at all would be great." I turn around without another word reorganizing my mixed up papers.

A hand lands on my shoulder and shivers roll down my arms. I try to appear unaffected, but feel him chuckle and know he noticed. "Why do it later when we can play this game now?" I roll my eyes as I feel my anger building up.

"This is a game to you?! The last time I checked, games went two ways. And both players AGREE to play. I haven't agreed, so I'm not playing." I feel my anger rise even more as he begins massaging my shoulders. Everywhere he touches he sends off a million feelings at once.

It's almost like fire and ice battling each other for dominance.

I ignore him and continue writing until I feel him move right next to my ear.

"I'll stop if you agree to something." He whispers in my ear. It feels like fire shooting through my veins. 

"Anything, I'll do anything." I say back gently, turning towards him. By now, my anger has evaporated and as I look up at him, I notice that we are dangerously close.

Looking into his eyes, I see that they have turned a darker shade of green. I lick my lips nervously and watch as his eyes move from mine and dart down to my lips.

"Go on a date with me." He says as gently as I've ever heard him speak. His voice is so soft, I'm worried that I've misheard him. "Please." He says when I don't react at all.

"You can't be serious." I say, breaking out of the trance he put me in. He chuckles and moves closer. So close that I can smell the mint on his breath.

I inhale and close my eyes. Something about him just puts me on this high and it's hard to get out of. Opening my eyes, I watch as he reaches up, brushing a single strand of hair from my eyes.

I am just as surprised as he is by his actions and I choose to ignore it. "And what if I refuse?" I say, challenging him.

"Then I won't stop and I'll make sure to bother you as much as I can." I roll my eyes as I come to my decision.

"Fine. But just so you will leave me alone. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He says. I can't help but roll my eyes as he winks at me. "You know, you roll your eyes a lot."

I blush and look down at the ground. The strange thing is that I don't even know why I'm blushing. Frustration sets in as I can't figure him out. He makes me react in ways I never have before and he pushes me out of my comfort zone.

"Whatever." I say smirking at him.

Let the games begin.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

And that's how it all started. After that first date, he convinced me to go on a second with him and considering that I didn't have too bad of a time, I agreed.

In all honesty, I had a really good time, although I would never admit that to him. It was the most fun I had had in a long time. Something about him just drew me in and before I knew it, I was falling hard. Still am to be honest.

The thing about Harry Styles, is that he has this charm that allows him to get under anyone's skin. But I guess it's more than that. Because for me, he was already under my skin. And while he could have chosen any girl he wanted, he didn't. He chose me.

Now, for better or for worse, I'm stuck with him. The day that he stopped in front if my locker was the day everything changed. It was the day I changed. That day was exactly one month ago and I haven't regretted a day since.

Taking a deep breath, I step out into the cold winter night. Looking up at the night sky I watch as the snow floats down and falls around me. I smile as a snowflake lands on my nose, quickly changing to liquid.

Examining my surroundings, I quickly run to the trees. There I am covered by the night and cannot be seen by unwanted eyes. I pull out my phone and dial his number. It rings three times before he answers and I smile as I here his low husky voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Hello?" I say sheepishly, looking around me one more time just to be safe. He chuckles as he hears how nervous I am.

"Hello, love." His deep voice is coated in a british accent that makes me weak in the knees.

"Where are you?! If my parents catch me I will be grounded for the rest of my life!" I freeze as I try to remember whether I put pillows in my bed or not. With no recollection, I hope for the best regardless.

Strong arms encircle my waist and I smile as I lean into him. "You know, I could've been a pedophile or serial killer and you wouldn't even know."

I smile at him and role my eyes, turning around in his arms to peck his lips. When I start to pull back, he holds me still and backs me into a tree. Connecting our lips, he places his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I bite his lip, teasing him. He cocks his head to the left to gain better access, but right as he is about to stick his tongue in my mouth I roll out of his grip, smiling wickedly at him.

He rolls his eyes and I turn around and take off running. He runs after me and it isn't long before he's right behind me. He picks me up and spins me around while I squeal and pray that he won't drop me.

After setting me gently on my feet, I intertwine my fingers with his as we walk to his Audi parked in the street. He opens the passenger door for me and waits until I am sitting down before he closes the door. After running around to his side of the car, he gets inside and starts the engine, automatically turning the heater on full blast.

Handing me his jacket, I cover myself with it and curl into a ball as I look over at him, admiring his beauty. One thing about Harry is that he isn't simply hot or sexy, he's beautiful and gorgeous. From his green eyes to his brown curls, he is utterly attractive and for the life of me I can never figure out why he picked someone as dull looking as me.

And it isn't as if there aren't prettier girls at our school, because there are. There are plenty of bottled blondes who practically throw themselves at him. For a long time, I was the only one who didn't.

That is until he stopped by my locker that day almost a year ago. That day changed my life completely. That day changed me.

Before I met Harry, I was known as the goody two shoes of Anthem High. I never broke the rules or disobeyed my parents. I never even broke curfew. Not once. I kept my grades in the A+ range and always made sure to turn my assignments in a week early.

When Harry Styles walked into my life, all of that changed. Thinking back on it now, I find it kind of funny how much I really hated Harry. He had this whole bad boy image and I always hated it. He was so full of himself and for me, he was one of those people that you hate so much that whenever you see their face you just want to beat them up.

Yeah... He brought out the worst in me.

But then out of nowhere he just popped up and was waiting for me at my locker.

*FLASHBACK*

Walking to my locker at a brisk pace, I tried not to bump into anyone. This morning, my little brother and sister decided to play a prank on me and turn off my alarm. Luckily I woke up on my own only a half hour later.

Even though I wasn't too late, it was enough to put me behind on my schedule. Usually I have things planned to the very minute, so if one thing is set back, my whole schedule gets thrown off. On days like today it kind of sucks, but usually I don't have this problem and my schedule works out really well.

Turning a corner, I look up and see my locker. Everything about it is the same as usual except for the egotistical, self absorbed ass wipe standing next to it. I don't usually cuss either, but for the lack of a better word.

I decide to ignore him, and that is exactly what I do. I walk to my locker, and even though he is obnoxiously leaning against it, I manage to open it anyway. When I do, the door slams into his face and I can't help but giggle. Usually, I would feel really bad and apologize excessively, but this is Harry Styles and I don't plan on wasting my precious oxygen on him.

"Well good morning to you too, Lena." I scoff and continue grabbing the things I need from my locker. That consists of my 1st, 2nd, and 4th period classes. My 3rd period class is a free period, thankfully.

Shutting my locker, I turn my back to him and start walking to the library to return my books before 1st bell. Harry, of course being Harry, steps in front of me, blocking my way.

I groan in frustration as I try to step around him, but he quickly traps me against a nearby locker. I roll my eyes and try to move out from under him, but he stops me with his strong arms. One on each side of my head, I sigh, losing my temper very quickly.

When he doesn't take the hint to move, I push at his chest. Nothing. I bang on it several times and even slap him across the face. Again nothing. No reaction whatsoever.

I press my hands to each side of my head and use my pointer fingers to rub circular motions into my temples, attempting to ease the headache he has caused.

He carefully and gently removes my hands from my head and takes my place, massaging my temples. Soon my headache is gone and I can't help but moan at the relief. As I realize what happened, I cover my mouth and feel the blood rush to my face.

Embarrassment is my worst enemy and I am terrified to look into his eyes.

I focus on my Doctor Who converse instead as I tighten the strap on my Marauder's Map bag that my sister got for me for my birthday at Hot Topic.

When I went downstairs this morning, there was a wrapped gift sitting on the counter with a beautiful bow on top. At least my siblings remembered my birthday, even if they did mess with my alarm clock.

My parents were gone before I woke up as usual. Even though I am used to it by now, I was at least hoping they would leave a note. No such luck. This whole Harry thing wasn't helping either.

I take a deep breath and fake right so that when he goes to block me, I slip out under his other side.

I don't even bother running away as he catches up with me and stands in front of me again. I roll my eyes and exhale dramatically, stepping as hard as I can onto his foot.

He doesn't even flinch. Not even and 'ow'.

I stomp my feet in anger, but he just laughs at my childish reaction.

"What the hell do you want, Harry? I don't have time for this!" I angrily say, making sure to shoot him my dirtiest glare.

"Oh, so the goody two shoes knows how to cuss? Hey everybody! Do you hear that? Little Ms. Goody Two Shoes just cussed! The world must be ending or something!"

Completely done with his bullshit, I turn around and give up. Walking towards my 1st period classroom, I am once again interrupted.

"Look Harry, I-"

"Lena, I'm sorry. I came over to wish you a happy birthday but got nervous and turned into an asshole. It's kind of instinctual I guess..." He admits, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Shocked by his confession, I don't know how to respond to that. "Um thanks I guess?" It comes out more as a question than I meant for it to but he nods anyways.

"You have Mr. Case this period, don't you?" I nod surprised that he knows where my 1st period is. "May I walk you there?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Harry. Thank you for the happy birthday, but you don't have to do this." He cocks a smirk and I can feel my irritation growing.

He walks out in front of me stopping and sticking out his arm before I can walk around him. "Lena, I'm not doing this because I feel that I have to. I'm doing this because I want to."

I shake my head, not believing him. I have major trust issues and I was not about to trust the school player of all people.

"Yeah, you do want to talk to me, don't you? So that you can get into my pants like everyone else? No, I don't think so. Go away Harry." I say through gritted teeth.

My outburst obviously surprised him because for the first time, at least that I've seen, he is left completely speechless. I impatiently step around him and walk into my 1st period class already frustrated considering the day has just started.

1st period was English which lucky for me is my easiest subject. It's also the one I look forward to the most. I love this class because while most teachers force you to write pointless essays, in this class we can be more creative.

Sometimes we can write our feelings, but most times we tend to just write stories. The best thing about this class is he let's us write whatever we want to and won't read it until we ask him too.

As I sit down in my seat, I automatically look up at the board to see what he has written and smile when I read that we have a free day to write whatever we want.

I pull out my paper and pencil from my bag and continue to work on a story I have going right now. Right when I'm getting to the good part, the door opens suddenly, startling me half to death.

Harry steps into the classroom and I quickly try to hide my face, pretending to focus on my story. I try my best to sneak a glance at him to see why he's here, but to my dismay he's already looking in my direction.

I curse under my breath, biting my lip and trying not to make it obvious that I've been caught in the act of something. I wasn't doing anything wrong and thinking about it, I shouldn't have been looking at him in the first place.

Irritation crawls in as I try to figure out why I care so much, but I can't. It doesn't make sense and I am left dumbfounded. I center my attention on the pages in front of me until I feel someone bump into me and sit down in the desk behind me.

I ignore the sudden interruption until whoever is sitting behind me starts tugging on my hair. I try to pretend that they aren't there, but I can't. I turn around angrily and knock off my papers that were arranged neatly on my desk.

I quickly kneel down on the ground, grabbing the papers and placing them neatly on my desk. I reach for my pencil, but a much larger, calloused hand grabs it before I can.

I reach up to take my pencil from his hand and feel a spark sizzle up my arm. I jump back and furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I raise my head to meet those green eyes I have come to hate so much.

My eyebrows knit together even further as I become even more confused.

I quickly forget about my pencil and get in my seat once again. I try to remember where I was in my plot but with the constant tapping on my back that is the result of Harry, I find that it is difficult to concentrate.

I roll my eyes in frustration and turn around, about to slap him across the face.

"Harry, I am so not in the mood for this right now. Can you please do this later? Or even not at all would be great." I turn around without another word reorganizing my mixed up papers.

A hand lands on my shoulder and shivers roll down my arms. I try to appear unaffected, but feel him chuckle and know he noticed. "Why do it later when we can play this game now?" I roll my eyes as I feel my anger building up.

"This is a game to you?! The last time I checked, games went two ways. And both players AGREE to play. I haven't agreed, so I'm not playing." I feel my anger rise even more as he begins massaging my shoulders. Everywhere he touches he sends off a million feelings at once.

It's almost like fire and ice battling each other for dominance.

I ignore him and continue writing until I feel him move right next to my ear.

"I'll stop if you agree to something." He whispers in my ear. It feels like fire shooting through my veins. 

"Anything, I'll do anything." I say back gently, turning towards him. By now, my anger has evaporated and as I look up at him, I notice that we are dangerously close.

Looking into his eyes, I see that they have turned a darker shade of green. I lick my lips nervously and watch as his eyes move from mine and dart down to my lips.

"Go on a date with me." He says as gently as I've ever heard him speak. His voice is so soft, I'm worried that I've misheard him. "Please." He says when I don't react at all.

"You can't be serious." I say, breaking out of the trance he put me in. He chuckles and moves closer. So close that I can smell the mint on his breath.

I inhale and close my eyes. Something about him just puts me on this high and it's hard to get out of. Opening my eyes, I watch as he reaches up, brushing a single strand of hair from my eyes.

I am just as surprised as he is by his actions and I choose to ignore it. "And what if I refuse?" I say, challenging him.

"Then I won't stop and I'll make sure to bother you as much as I can." I roll my eyes as I come to my decision.

"Fine. But just so you will leave me alone. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He says. I can't help but roll my eyes as he winks at me. "You know, you roll your eyes a lot."

I blush and look down at the ground. The strange thing is that I don't even know why I'm blushing. Frustration sets in as I can't figure him out. He makes me react in ways I never have before and he pushes me out of my comfort zone.

"Whatever." I say smirking at him.

Let the games begin.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

And that's how it all started. After that first date, he convinced me to go on a second with him and considering that I didn't have too bad of a time, I agreed.

In all honesty, I had a really good time, although I would never admit that to him. It was the most fun I had had in a long time. Something about him just drew me in and before I knew it, I was falling hard. Still am to be honest.

The thing about Harry Styles, is that he has this charm that allows him to get under anyone's skin. But I guess it's more than that. Because for me, he was already under my skin. And while he could have chosen any girl he wanted, he didn't. He chose me.

Now, for better or for worse, I'm stuck with him. The day that he stopped in front if my locker was the day everything changed. It was the day I changed. That day was exactly one month ago and I haven't regretted a day since.

I would be lying if I said that I felt better at all. But to be honest, I was tired of wallowing in my grief. All I can think of is that night, and I know it is all my fault, which is why I am going to get off my ass and do something about it.

Today they're releasing me from the hospital. For a while, my doctor debated on whether to put me in the mental wing or not. "We have a great facility in case you want to spend some time there." He said. I course I didn't want to stay there. Why would I?

Harry steps into the room with a bag of clean clothes for me to wear. "Thanks." I say with no emotion whatsoever. Even though I'm not back to normal, he seems to be happy that I'm speaking to him. I guess he thinks it's some kind of improvement when in reality, he's just getting his hopes up. I'm not improving, but I'm not getting worse either. I'm kind of just stuck I guess you could say.

I slide out of bed not even bothering to attempt to hold the back of my gown closed. Hospital gowns are the worst. They have this giant slit in the back that goes all the way to the top and is quite annoying when you have no intention of flashing other patients or visitors.

I enter the bathroom and close the door, not locking it. I quickly change into clean clothes and decide to leave my hair down. It looks greasy and feels gross, but I don't have the energy to take a shower or even care.

I step back out of the bathroom and see Harry smile at me. I don't smile back. Instead I just walk up to him and retrieve the bag that holds the few belongings I have left.

Without a word I walk out of the room and down the hall to the front desk, not bothering to see if he is following or not.

Harry has been here with me at the hospital pretty much 24/7 this past week and I know I should be extremely grateful, but I can't feel anything.

He checks me out and we take the elevator down to the lobby. Once there, Harry escorts me to his car and drives me back to his house.

"I have talked to my mom and the guest room is yours if you want it. When I asked her she said she always wanted a daughter and didn't mind at all." I nod, acknowledging that I heard him and her out of the car, closing the door behind me.

Walking into his house, I look around for his mother and find her in the kitchen making lunch. "Hello Mrs. Styles, I'm Lena. Thank you for inviting me into your home."

She turns around immediately once she hears my voice and engulfs me in a hug. I stiffen automatically and relax solely for her benefit. When she pulls away she looks at me with sad eyes. I stare back blankly, not even attempting a sad smile.

The truth is, I don't want her pity or her comfort. I don't want anyone's for that matter. I just want to find out who did this to me and my family and make sure they pay for it. After that, I don't know what will happen and I can't focus on anything else. For the time being, that is my top priority.

I nod once more at her and exit the room. I find Harry waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and walk up them, assuming the guest room is up stairs. I don't assume wrong.

Upon entering the room, I place my bag of belongings on the bed and examine the room. It is obviously a girl's room and I respect the work his mother must have put into this room prior to my arrival.

"It's nice." I say, hoping to sound thankful. Harry smiles and I turn away from him, not wanting to look at him anymore.

I don't know where I stand with him at this point. I know he said that he wouldn't give up on me, but I'm not sure there is anything to fight for. I am nothing.

I'm sure my feeling would remain unchanged if I could feel anything at all, but I can't so I don't know. But I don't want to lead him on either. It's not his fault I have been reduced to this, so why make him suffer?

"You should give up on me you know." I say quietly but know he heard me.

"Maybe, but I won't." He says, sounding so sure of himself.

I turn around and meet his eyes. "Why not? There's nothing left to fight for."

He shakes his head vigorously, disagreeing. "Yes there is. There has to be."

"No there isn't, Harry. You can't fix me. I'm too far gone."

"No. you're just saying that because you're stubborn. I know you. The girl I love is in there somewhere and I just have to find her." He massages his temples as if that will make all of his stress disappear.

"And what if she's gone? Will you give up on me then?" I say. Somewhere deep inside of me I feel a light flicker on. This light is hope and it makes me hope that he won't. In the end, he is all I have left.

I look away from him, hiding that spark of hope from him before he can see it.

"No matter how hard or far you push me, I will never give up on you. Ever. You might not see it now, but the girl I fell in love with is still standing in front of me. She just has to find herself again."

I shake my head and listen as he walks closer to me. He wraps his arms around my neck and lays his head on my shoulder. I don't make a move to shrug him off and instead just tense up.

"What if she doesn't find herself?"

"Stop with the 'what ifs' okay? You will, I am sure of it." I nod my head to end the conversation. For now. I know this isn't the end of it and he does too.

He picks up his head and releases me. Immediately, I walk to the other side of the room, giving me as much space from him as I can.

Looking out the window, I notice for the first time that it is no longer snowing. It seemed to have stopped the night of... the incident.

I shake my head to relieve it from those thoughts and try to find something else to focus on.

"Dinner's ready!" I hear Harry's mother yell from downstairs.

Without another word, I walk out the door and down the stairs to my new temporary distraction.

"I'm not giving up on you, Lena. No matter what."

I don't want you to.