Shades Of Styles

He breaks up with you

"NO HARRY! God damn you" I shout at him. 
"Screw you (Y/N). I don't need this or you" 
"Oh, you don't need me? Well I'm so glad I stuck around for 5 years with a guy who didn't need me." I spit. 
"Thats right. You wasted 5 pathetic years on a guy who didn't love you. How does it feel?" he smiles like a physcopath. 
"No..Harry. You're the one who stayed with a girl for 5 years who you didn't love. So you're the idiot" I tell him and hold my tears in. How could he say he has never loved me. He has said it on countless occasions. 
"I don't care...the point is. I played you like a fiddle." 
"You're right Harry. You did. I hope you're happy now. You spent 5 years of your life messing with a girl." I tell him knowing he is just saying that cause he's angry. 
"I do feel happy" he smirks. 
"Thats great Harry." I sigh. "I need to leave" I rub my temples. 
"Don't come back" he orders. 
"Excuse me?" I turn around and raise my eyebrow. 
"If you walk out that door don't come back" 
"So what are you saying? If I leave you'll break up with me?" I ask. 
"Thats what I'm saying" he nods. 
"So your saying that if I leave you'll kick me out of my apartment. This is my apartment Harry." 
"Okay? And?" 
"No, you can leave" I point towards the door. "I bought this apartment." 
"Fine." he shrugs. "I'll leave but I'm not coming back...atleast not to be with you" he picks up his jacket and I sigh as he slames the door. I jump at the loud noise and walk up stairs. Did he seriously just break up with me? Is that what just happened? Tears brim in my eyes and it only takes a few seconds for me to be full on crying. My head falls in my hands and I cry into them more then I ever have. I lay down and pull a pillow to my chest and cry into it. 
"What just happened?!" I shout. "FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK" I scream and get up. My face is covered in makeup and its red and swollen. I wipe my tears off only for more to follow. My eyes land on the something Harry gave me 2 years ago and I throw it against the wall. I pick up the next thing Harry gave me and I throw it at the mirror shattering it and a shard flies out and hits my cheek cutting it really bad. 
"Fuck" I cry and fall on the floor holding my bloody cheek in my hand. 
"(Y/N)?" I hear a womens voice come in throw the other side of the door. I ignore it and cry more. "(Y/N)" it calls again and comes through the door. She gasps and I look up at her. Its Eleanor. 
"(Y/N). What happened" 
"He broke up..with me" I stutter through crying. 
"Harry broke up with you?" she asks and I nod. 
"Why?" comes near me and starts stroking my hair and I shrug. "A-Are you bleeding?" she moves my hand. "(Y/N)...this looks really bad." she wipes some of the blood of my cheek and I shrug. "We need to get you to the hospital" she picks me up and walks me to her car. 
"Oooh" I sigh touching my cheek. 
"Don't touch it.." she orders as she starts the car and drives. "What the hell happened?" she asks. 
"I..I was so pissed I threw...something at the mirror." I try to wipe the blood of my cheek. "It broke and a shard...hit me" I finish explaining. 
"Oh. (Y/N).  I'm so sorry he broke up with you. He doesn't deserve you" 
"Can we please just get to the hospital" I snap at her not meaning to. "Sorry" I groan cause the pain is really start to come up as my aderaline goes down. 
"Its okay...were here" she sats and gets out of the car and comes and gets me and then takes me inside. "Hello. My friend got cut on some glass. She got hurt pretty bad" she tells the nurse and the nurse comes around to help me. She takes me to a room and I sit on the bed still holding my bleeding cheek. 
"I'll be right back" she tells me. I nod and wait for her to come back. When she does she has a cart full of random items. 
"We will need some information. Then I will bring a doctor in to check it out. If the glass is still in your cheek we will put you in surgery to get it out and then stitch you up" she informs me and I nod. 

After all the information is taken, the doctor comes in. The glass is stll in my cheek and then they put me under. 
When I wake up a blurry face is hovering over me. 
"Ele-Eleanor"I cough.
"Try again" a male voice says and I blink a few times. Its Harry. 
"H-Harry" I question. 
"(Y/N). I came as soon as I got the call. I am so so sorry. This is all my fault" he takes my hand but I pull it away from. 
"Harry...you left me. You can't just come back cause I got hurt" my eyebrows furrow at him. 
"What?" 
"You heard me. I don't want you back because you showed up. I got stitches cause of a mirror chard that cut my face. Not because I tried to commit suicide. Why are you here" I ask, the anger is clear in my voice. 
"(Y/N). I love you. I'm sorry" 
"I don't care. I'm in here cause of you"
"I don't know what to say...I know I can't fix this but you have to give me another chance. Please" he begs. 
"What you think cause you showed up I'm going to take you back" 
"No. Of course not" he scoffs. 
"Harry just leave." 
"No I don't want to. I may have broken up with you but that was a stupid mistake that I wish I could take back. Regardless...together or not, I still love and care about you. We've been together 5 years. Breaking up isn't going to change how I feel about you" 
"Harry...do you remember what you said right before you left?" I ask. 
"Yeah..." he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I said I played you like a fiddle" 
"Yeah. You said you didn't need me...that if I left to never come back. You realize that broke my heart and its not easy to come back from that."
"(Y/N). I know I fucked up. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I said those things out of anger. I was only away from you for 4 hours but in those 4 hours I realized that I messed up and how much I missed you and still wanted-no needed you in my life. It was unfair of me to leave you like that. You don't have to forgive me but please say you'll take me back" he begs. 
"No...maybe after a while I can forgive you but I don't know if I could ever take you back...whos to say you won't do this again the next time we fight." 
"(Y/N)" he pleads, tears brimming his eyes. "Please" he holds my hand to his chest. 
"Leave" I order not looking at him. He lets go of my hand and walks out.