"Harry," I whispered, almost inaudible.
                          
"Y/N." He spoke.
                          
"Uh, hey. Uhm have....have you seen Z-Zayn?" I asked with a shaky voice. I tried to make it look normal even if its obvious in my face that I'm not. I'm sure my make up was smeared, my eyes are bloodshot, my hair was messy from the many times I ran my hand through it earlier. I just look miserably and terribly messed up.
                          
"No." He said again.
                          
"O-Okay. I just...... I'll just f-find him. I'm really feeling dizzy I kinda need to go home." I explained. I walked passed him but he grab hold of my arm turning me around.
                          
"Wait," he spoke quietly, I ducked my head. I cannot seem to look at him right now, it just hurt seeing those beautiful eyes I always wished would look at me and only me while saying that he loves me. "Aren't you gonna ask why I'm here?" He suddenly said. I raised my gaze to stare in his eyes and I felt someone ripping my heart into pieces when I remember him kissing that girl. I tried to read him but I can't.
                          
"W-Why are you here?" I asked finally. I just wanna find Zayn and go home. I hope Zayn would interrupt us and drag me away from this guy that's killing me, mentally and emotionally.
                          
"I'm sorry," a tear slips from his eyes and I completely froze. What is happening? Did he do something worse apart from breaking my heart?
                          
"What? W-why?" I asked growing more and more confused.
                          
"For everything." He sighed and more tears slips. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm so stupid, I'm sorry," my throat was dried and I can't speak. "I don't know what came into my mind why I did that. I'm so sorry. I hurt you, and I'm sorry." He continued.
                          
"What are you trying to say?" I asked. "What are you exactly talking about? Because you hurt me a lot of times."
                          
"For all of those. I'm so stupid-"
                          
"Thank god you finally realized." I mumbled and he winced at my words but I ignored his pained expression.
                          
"I don't know where to start," he shook his head and wiped the tears but new sets starting to fall again, staining his reddened cheeks. "That night when you told me you like me, I don't know what to say that's why I stayed silent. I'm trying to find the right words to say-"
                          
"Until this day?" I snapped crossing my arms over my chest and trying to look and sound strong even if my tears are still flowing uncontrollably.
                          
"Yes, until this day." He said. "But now I know."
                          
"I told you if you're just gonna reject me, I don't need to hear it anymore. You've already rejected me emotionally."
                          
"Can you just listen to me first?!" He yelled and I was taken aback. He sighed and continued again.
                          
"I know I hurt you, and words cannot explain how sorry I am. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you and if you felt ignored. I'm sorry for..... For what you've seen back there." He ducked his head again. I saw his fists clenched and so as his jaw. "I don't know what came in my mind why I let that happened. When I saw your eyes, I felt guilty and my heart ached,"
                          
"And you still kissed that girl?" I snapped as new set of tears fell. 
                          
"I thought that maybe somehow that would make you hate me-"
                          
"I did." I raised my eyebrows and he nodded his head.
                          
"I know." He spoke quietly.
                          
"Then why did you still do that?!" I yelled straight in his face, he winced again.
                          
"Because you don't deserve me!" He shouted. "You don't deserve me. I'm far from the guy you deserve. You're beautiful, smart, caring, sweet....perfect. You're the girl that every guy would want." My heart started to swell and I don't have words anymore. "And me, though I'm famous, I'm too fucked up for you,"