Skylar's POV:

I look at myself in the mirror. My name is Sophie, I try to tell myself. I still look like the old Skylar West. I sigh. "Hey, you're beautiful no matter what your name is." I smile slightly. "Thanks Harry." I say, turning around to look at him. His brown eyes soften and he says, "Merry Christmas... Skylar." I blush and look away from him. "Harry..." I whisper, my voice cracking. "Yeah babe?"
How hard is it to tell someone you're in pag-ibig with their best friend?

I look up at him. "I-I-I I'm sorry... I..." Harry spreads his hands. "It's Niall isn't it, love?" I blink slowly. "He's always been there for me. Harry. You don't even pag-ibig me do you?" I ask shakily. He sighs. "Skylar... I really only asked you out so that Niall would make his ilipat on you." I blink, very confused. "Well... he didn't." I whisper.

Harry sighs. "I'm sorry I lead you on. I shouldn't have done anything. Niall is slow enough as it is." I stand up and abruptly walk out the room. This is all too much for me to handle. All I wanted was a simple pasko with a boy who I thought loved me. I guess he didn't. No one loves me. I should have ibingiay up earlier. I grabbed my amerikana and slammed the door to their house.

This was bullshit. If anyone wants to play with my emotions then they're just pathetic assholes. I hate him. I hate Harry Styles. I hate everyone. I knew I was better off alone. I siksikan my hands in my pockets and storm down the sidewalk. It begins to snow heavily, but I press on. If anyone cares, they can halik my asno because I am so DONE with all of this drama.