All My Life: A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 26

Still Maddies POV! Btw, get Kiss me by Ed sheeran ready to play. I will tell you when to play. It goes with the chapter!

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THREE YEARS LATER

I stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom and let out a shaky breath. Someone knocked on the door repeatedly, so I finally swung the door open. The tall girl in front of me shot me a glare them brushed past me to get to the bathroom.

"Took you long enough." She muttered under her breath.

Um, rude much?

Of course, somebody else had to be mean just to add to my great day. (Note the sarcasm that has been used)

Oh, you want to know why I have had such a crappy day? Well let me indulge you.

Picture this: A twenty one year old girl, that's me, wakes up in her London flat that is shared with her boyfriend Harry. Oh yes, I do mean THE Harry Styles. Well, at this point, you can have him. The last few weeks he has been super spacy. Me, being the loving girlfriend I am, I try to get down to the problem. The only response I received was, "Nothing. Just tired." Well, this morning is our four year anniversary and I figured the boy had something big planned. I walk into the kitchen to find it empty. A note on the counter reads, "Maddie, busy day at work today. I made reservations at dinner, but I may not be able to make it. If I can't, invite a friend." I was thinking to myself, that's strange. He didn't mention our anniversary. I shot him a text that read, "So happy to have spent the last four years with you! Love you!" He responded with,"Love you. What's with the random love text?" I didn't even bother to respond. He forgot our anniversary.

So here I am. At the little Italian restaurant Harry made reservations at. My wonderful boyfriend is a no show. Well, it's not like I expected differently.

I slouched against the wall outside the bathroom, pondering over the last few years. After the plane crash, Harry and I made up. My cancer came back twice, but we got it quick enough. I have been cancer free for two years now. You could say that my boyfriend and I had the perfect, movie relationship we had always dreamed about. And that lasted! Up until a month ago when Harry became unusually quiet. He would come home in the wee hours of the morning, not bothering to tell me he would be late. Then, he would leave a few hours later and I wouldn't even see him the whole day. Most days he did this, I didn't say anything, figuring he was just stressed. But, in my gut, I know he wasn't. Something is up, and I know what it is.

Harry is about to break up with me.

But, I refuse to let him hurt me for a fourth time. Yes, FOURTH time. Your probably thinking, "That girl is so naive to forgive him all of those times."

But I'm not. I knew what I was getting into each time. And if you judge me for letting my heart get stomped on repeatedly, call me up when you fall in love.

As I was saying, Harry won't break up with me. I'm breaking up with him. Right now.

My phone buzzes, and I whip it out to discover a new text from Emma.

Yes, we have still kept in touch. She has been my go-to person throughout the last month.

"Hey babe. Text me how it goes with Harry tonight. Good luck. Xx"

Choosing not to respond, I dialed Harry's number. It was now of never, an if I put this off any longer, it would be him crushing me.

It's time for Harry to have a taste of his own medicine.

I pressed the call button and the phone started to ring.

One ring.

I'm really doing this.