Prima Donna Girl (A Harry Styles Love Story) *On Hold*

Prima Donna Girl (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Prologue: 

You said forever. That one night, you said you would stay with me; protect me. Forever is a big word, Harry. It's bigger than both of us have ever known, and now you're gone. Forever just didn't live up to your standards, even though I was ready for forever. I wanted you to be mine, so badly. And now you're gone, you've left, abandoned me. 

I thought we had something special, a spark of some sort. I don't know if you felt it... But I did. I never knew I could ever love you. But I did think you were into me, like you cared. 

How silly of me- to think that someone actually cared. No one ever has- I've been used before, Harry, used for someone else's own pleasure. You played me, just like everyone else. And it hurts. 

But strangely enough, you did treat me like you cared. You talked to me, like there wasn't a grudge between us. You made me laugh, your dimples always showing when we were together. You brushed my shoulder in the hall, that little smirk of yours showing afterward. You even made those cheeky comments about something or another that always seemed to make butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

But was that just a game you were playing? A fun activity of some sort? You tweaked with my heart. You pulled strings, shifted gears, until you could hit the right one. 

The one that made me fall for you. 

Now you've left, Harry. You've moved on, and it hurts. 

It burns. 

I can't sleep at night anymore, your image forever planted in my mind. Your smile, your bright green eyes, the way your curls bounce on top of your head when you run. It's all there. 

It's haunting me. Haunting me like a ghost. You're a ghost, Harry. You're always there, always in my dreams. Every time I try to fly, I fall. I want you. I need you. 

I blame you for everything now. My heartbreak, my choices, my existence. I blame you for my helplessness, my inner longing to be with you. I need to feel your hand intertwine with mine, your soft lips on my cheek. 

But mainly, mainly I blame you for my memories. My memories of falling in love with you, A slow, painful love. 

And for that, I can never forgive you. 

Goodbye, Harry. 

Love, 

Charity. 

Charity Jones wiped away the last remaining tears forming in the corners of her eyes, clutching the paper she had just written firmly to her chest. The paper itself was wet as well, wet with her tears. The tears over the man she loves. The truth is, she didn't know what to do with this paper, she was too scared of what might happen if she made the wrong decision. 

Would she send it off to him? The man that she had given all of her love to? Or should she keep it, away from everyone else, for her eyes only. 

Charity drew in a sharp breath, before finally making up her mind. 

She was going to do it. She was going to give Harry the letter. 

But how? 

She shook her head, there must be a way. Some way of getting it to him. 

Mailing it would make her look like a scared little girl, too afraid to face her love in real life. Sending it off to one of his friends... She didn't want to think about that option. Harry's friends were way too nosey, especially Louis. 

There was only one way. 

Hand it to him in person. 

Face the man that she loved, the man who had broken her heart. 

And Charity, was ready for it. 

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So... Yeah. I've started on another story! I don't know if I should continue with this... But I do have some interesting ideas for this fanfiction if I do. This is Pre-Xfactor, just like my other!

But seriously, I don't know if I should continue or not. I don't even know if this is that good... to be honest with you. Please let me know if I should continue... Please! I don't want to delete this, but if it's terrible, then I might. 

Thank you, feedback would be appreciated! But if it's bad... just say nicely. Please. If I get too many bad responses, then this story goes bye bye. :)

Thank you! 

XXXX Amy