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Nicole's POV

     Finals were over with, school was out, and I had an entire summer to look forward to. Honestly, I had no idea how I was going to spend it, but I hoped that Harry would be part of it. With his help, I had earned a B on my math midterm, giving me an overall C in the class. My father was accepting of the grade, and I could not thank Harry enough for the help. He had asked to come over on Saturday, which worked out perfectly. Ethan was supposed to be with his girlfriend, and my parents were apparently going to an event that my father had been invited to.

I made sure that my room was clean, Harry saying he would be over in a little bit. Honestly, I had no idea what we would end up doing, but I had gone to the store with my mother today, purposely buying the ice cream that I knew he liked, as well as peanut butter cups. My idea was to watch movies, so I hoped he would agree. However, even if he didn't want to, I doubted it would be hard to convince him. After all, Harry was usually happy with doing anything that I wanted to do.

Heading downstairs when the doorbell rang, I smiled at him when I answered the door, my brow pulling in at the sight of a bag in his hands. I knew he was probably staying over, but he never brought clothes with him. Brushing the thought off, I invited him inside, Harry walking past me without a hello. It was completely unlike him, my boyfriend setting the duffel bag on the couch.

"Hey, Harry."

"Nicole, we have to talk."

"Um, okay? What about? I bought your favorite ice cream today. Should I go and get that before you start —"

"This isn't working."

My brow pulled in at his words. What did he mean by that? Honestly, I thought that I heard him wrong. There was no way that he had just said this wasn't working. Anytime someone said that, it meant that they were going to separate. Harry and I had been perfectly fine. I saw him the other night, and he had been all smiles, and even helped me study for math. The idea that he was saying this to me was, and not to make a pun, coming out of left field.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean us. We aren't working."

"What?"

He shook his head. "This just isn't working."

Swallowing hard, I stared at him for a long minute. He was staring right back at me, and I thought he would break, and claim he was just joking, but that didn't happen. His stance was cold, and my heart was breaking slowly as I looked at him. How could he be doing this? After everything we had been through together, he was really about to break up with me? Not only did that hurt, but it kind of felt like a slap in the face. I mean, I thought I had been a great girlfriend, and he had allowed me to gain so much confidence in myself, but now he was breaking up with me? It just didn't add up.

"Maybe you're confused."

"No. I'm not confused, I just can't do this anymore. "Harry, no. You're confused."

"Nicole, I tried. I did. I gave you seven months, but this just isn't working out for me anymore. I'm going to college. I don't want to be tied down to a child."

While I wanted to cry, his words pissed me off. He had literally just called me a child, and I knew there was no way he meant that. At least, I was sure there was no way he could have meant those words. We had spent so much time together, and we had sex so many times that there was no way he was actually saying this to me. If he thought I was actually a child, there was absolutely no way Harry would have let me touch him, or even touched me.

"You're literally only a year and a half older than me. "Nicole, I can't do this. I'm telling you this now because I thought I could stay with you, but I can't. You're a child, and I cannot stay with you."

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