My One And Only // A Harry Styles Short Story

Chapter 2

July, Year 2:

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, my shoulders frozen to my sides. My hands were clenched and my fingers shaking. My knees weren’t far behind. Goosebumps erupted across arms, and shakily I reach up to rub them.

“D-don’t apologize.” Harry said his voice wavering. Tears were silently falling from his eyes. Funny, how he’s the one crying.

“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.” I whispered looking up at him. He attempted to take a step towards me, before I quickly dodged away.

Looking at him, I shook my head and the tears finally started from my eyes. Collapsing onto the floor, I shoved my knees up to my chest, sobbing heavily. I felt the floor move beneath me, and knew he was beside me.

“Don’t. I don’t want you to touch me.” I said with authority. Watching the broken look shatter across his face, I was tempted to reach out and run my hands through his curls like I normally would. One thought ran continuously through my head.

You can’t. Don’t let him have this too.

Not this too.

I stood up, the tears and weakness suddenly disappearing. Without looking back, I stormed up to our bedroom, my mind on autopilot. Grabbing my torn up bright purple suitcase from the closet, I shoved everything in front of me into it. I wasn’t even sure if any of it was mine. But I could care less. Not now.

“Wha-What are you doing!?” I heard his panicked voice yell.

I didn’t turn around.

I wasn’t going to turn around.

I did.

He stood in the doorway, hands in his hair, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

No.

Not this too.

Turning back down to look at my stuff, I continued to pack absent-mildly.

I open my mouth to speak slowly, praying for my voice not to break.

“I don’t want to be here anymore Harry.” I spoke almost as slowly as he did half the time, my voice unwavering, with no emotion.

“I can’t stand another minute knowing that this is all there is for me. I see you for 3 months of the year. If that! And most of those days you spend in the studio! I can’t deal with never seeing you and having my every move torn apart every second of the day by fans. I can’t deal with always having to be the best for you. I can’t deal with you coming home, and telling me what I’m always doing wrong! I’m sorry I’m not perfect like I seem to be reminded of, every second of the day! Because I’m not. And I never will be. I am not cut out for your rock star life Harry! A-and that’s okay. You will be okay, and someday I’ll be okay.”

My voice started to break. I could hear his heartbreaking sobs coming from behind me. Only a couple more minutes.

“You know what drew the line? The fact that I spent the entire 6 months while you were touring the world, working and going to school in London so I could wait for you to come back. Pathetic? I think so. I never wanted to stay here. I wanted to travel the world, get my education in university’s around the world.”

My clothes were packed up, and I walked over to the bed grabbing the pillow from my side and pulling it up to my chest. I wasn’t leaving without it, my own little reminder of the 2 years I’ve spent here.

“Goodbye Styles.” I whispered before walking past him. He sat with his head resting against the door, tears running down his face as he stared blankly ahead, way past me.

Leaning down, I kissed his forehead, brushing his sweaty and wet curls from his forehead.

And I walked out the door without a look back.