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Three Way POV

Inspired by: Drivers License by Olivia Rodrigo

Harry Styles as himself
Reader as Talia

Reader's POV

The flicker of the television screen caught my eye, and I couldn't help but stop channel surfing. There he was, Harry Styles, my ex-boyfriend, smiling effortlessly as he spoke to the interviewer. A pang of regret struck me, and I almost reached for the remote to turn it off. But something held me back, a morbid curiosity to see how he was doing after our breakup.

He seemed fine, happier than I had seen him in a long time. The sight of his carefree smile, so different from the somber expression I had grown accustomed to, was like a slap in the face. It was as though my absence had brought him a newfound joy, a harsh reminder that I was no longer the one who held his heart.

I had thought we would last, that our connection was too strong to be broken. But the moment he met her, everything changed. He grew distant, his warmth replaced by a coldness that pierced my heart. At first, I attributed it to one of his introspective moods, those times when he needed space to reflect and be alone. But as the days turned into weeks, I realized the truth was far more painful.

I had trusted him blindly, given him too much freedom, and failed to notice the signs that were right in front of me. He was drifting away, falling for someone else while I remained oblivious, the fool in love.

The more time they spent together, the more he faded from me. Our conversations dwindled, replaced by a deafening silence that spoke volumes about his waning affection. His touch, once so tender and familiar, now felt alien, a reminder of what I had lost.

Watching them on television, holding hands and sharing smiles, was the final blow. I had been so confident in our love that the possibility of him falling out of it had never crossed my mind. Our relationship had been peaceful, devoid of the fiery clashes that characterized other couples, but I now realized that this very peace was a red flag, a sign that something was amiss.

I had been too complacent, too willing to accept the quiet routine that had become our lives. I had failed to see the cracks in our foundation, the subtle signs that our love was slowly eroding.

My heart ached with a sadness I had never known before. I longed for the days when his laughter filled my world, when his touch ignited a fire within me, when his love was the only thing that mattered. But those days were gone, replaced by a haunting emptiness that echoed with the ghosts of our past.

Harry's POV

I often wondered about her, about Talia, the woman who held my heart even after we parted ways. I still loved her deeply, but I had made the difficult decision to end our relationship for what I believed was the best for both of us.

Our long-distance love was taking a toll on her, and I couldn't bear to see her suffer anymore. I couldn't ask her to sacrifice her life and dreams just to be with me, a man who was constantly on the road, chasing his musical aspirations.

I had to distance myself, to become cold and distant, even if it meant breaking her heart. I knew it was unfair, but I believed it was the only way to protect her from further pain.

Then I met her, a woman who was different from Talia yet eerily similar in some ways. We bonded during the filming of a movie, and without realizing it, I found myself falling for her. Her presence filled the void in my heart, the emptiness left by the distance between me and Talia.

The more time I spent with her, the more my feelings for Talia faded. She became a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and affection of my new love.

But there were moments of doubt, when the image of Talia would flash before my eyes. Her resemblance to my ex-girlfriend was uncanny, and I couldn't help but question my own feelings. Was I truly falling for this new woman, or was I merely seeking a replacement for the love I had lost?

I missed Talia, but I knew I couldn't go back to her. I had made a choice, and I had to live with the consequences.

The guilt gnawed at me, a constant reminder of the pain I had caused Talia. I wished I could erase the memory of our love, to silence the echoes of her laughter and the warmth of her touch. But the past was unchangeable, and I was left to grapple with the fragments of a love that had.

Her POV

Caught in a web of unspoken affections, I find myself in love with a man whose heart belongs to another. Though I know I'm not the one he truly desires, I yearn to be with him, even if it's just for a fleeting moment. I'm willing to be his substitute, his temporary solace, until the woman he truly loves returns.

Despite the pain that pierces my heart, I can't deny my feelings for Harry. I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing full well that the warmth I seek is fleeting, destined to fade. Yet, I cling to the hope of sharing a semblance of a relationship with him, even if it's built on a foundation of unspoken desires and hidden truths.

I understand that my actions are wrong, that I'm playing with fire. I am aware that I'm the one fueling Harry's doubts about his relationship with his girlfriend, Talia. I plant seeds of insecurity, casting shadows of uncertainty over his love for her. I know that I'm the architect of my own heartache, but I can't bring myself to stop.

I yearn for a taste of Harry's love, even if it's just a fleeting illusion. I long for a memory, however fragile, that I can carry into the afterlife, a reminder of the forbidden love I once held. I know that my time is limited, that I won't be able to hold on to Harry forever. So, I'll allow myself this brief indulgence, this stolen moment of happiness, before I disappear like a bubble dissolving into the ocean's vastness.

I apologize to Talia for the pain I've caused, for stealing her love away, even if it's just for a short while. I promise that I'll disappear eventually, leaving no trace of my existence, allowing her and Harry to reunite without the burden of my presence. Until then, let me have this fleeting moment of love, this shared secret that will forever remain etched in my heart.

The longer Harry and I are together, the more challenging it becomes to relinquish him to his rightful owner, the one who captured his heart. I don't fully grasp what he loves about her, but I can discern from his stories and the way he used to speak of her that she was an extraordinary person, the one who truly stands on equal footing with him.

She was, I could see, his everything, until I shattered their bond. Guilt and remorse now weigh heavily upon my soul, yet the devil's whispers continue to tempt me, assuring me that I deserve him as much as she does. I have made him into a cheater, convincing myself that my desire for him justifies his actions. I am the architect of his betrayal, transforming him into a man capable of betraying his devoted girlfriend. 

Despite my heart's anguish, the thought of relinquishing him was unbearable. Even if it meant casting him as the villain in her eyes, ensuring her hatred for him for hurting and betraying her, I would not let him go. I resorted to every means at my disposal to possess him, my selfish desires eclipsing all sense of morality. 

But now, having finally achieved my goal, I am consumed by a gnawing pang of guilt and pain, an affliction whose origin I cannot fathom. I should be basking in the glow of fulfillment, celebrating the acquisition of my heart's desire. Yet, this is not the satisfaction I had envisioned. Instead, I am plagued by an unrelenting torment that shatters any semblance of joy.

No matter my efforts, the void remains unfilled. His eyes, once windows to a heart brimming with contentment, now reflect a lingering emptiness. My victory, once a source of triumph, now stands as a stark reminder of my inability to replace her. 

There is no turning back, no undoing the path I have chosen. I have cheated my way into his heart, manipulating his emotions to secure my own desires. I have stolen his future, entwining it with mine, and in doing so, I have robbed him of the happiness he once knew.

The past cannot be undone, for I have manipulated his affections to secure my victory, implanting his future within me. I am deeply remorseful, Talia, for I have robbed you of your lover, bound him to me to ensure the safety of our unborn child. The weight of my actions bears down upon me, a crushing burden that I must carry for eternity.