All The Same Mistakes{Harry Styles fanfic}

Ch 22

Harry and I had devoted this day to digging through what seemed like endless boxes of whatever was shoved into one.

"What's this?" I asked, rummaging through an extra box, sitting on the livingroom floor.

"Im- not sure really?" Harry took the small object from my hand. "It's just a necklace." He said as he threw it back into the box.

I grunted, digging back through and taking it back into my palm. It was a black string of leather with a small clip and green diamond hanging from the center.

"This yours?"

"No. My dads actually."

I tossed it lightly about my fingers, feeling the worn leather and cold metal that withheld the small gem.

"Can I have it?" I asked sheepishly, ready for a 'No.'

He looked at me, eyebrow cocked. "Why'd you want it?"

"It's- uh, cool I guess. The diamond matches your eyes." I said, holding it up into the light of the window, causing it to glimmer.

"It's yours now." He smiled, directing his attention back to the box of books, pens, and miscellaneous papers. It'd almost been two weeks since we've lived here and were still barely unpacked, Harry's "gigs" are getting a bit more serious, and actually he's gone quite a bit. I don't like it much but he gets money from it, and I've been bullied into deleting my twitter. Honestly, if I could, I'd go back to 2011, back to moving in with Harry for the first time. Change a few things. Do you ever wonder what could've happened?

I found myself staring into the window, following the clouds.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

I paused, looking at him and taking a shaky breath. "C-can we.." I couldn't finish my sentence before we were interrupted by a knock on the door, and numerous doorbell dings.

"Hold on!" I hopped up, running to the door and swinging it open. "Hi?" I said quietly to the six girls on my porch. "Uh- who are you?" I chuckled.

"Is Harry here?" They laughed obnoxiously, looking at eachother. I looked back at Harry who was falsely cutting his throat with his fingers.

"No." I looked around awkwardly as they sighed. Was Harry actually like, getting famous? No, this can't be happening. I slammed the door out of nervousness, almost running back to Harry.

"What were you saying?" He asked.

"I can't do this anymore, you're never home and I get so lonely in here, I love you- I love you so much I just, can't." I admitted weakly but quickly.

"Anna." Is all he could mutter before standing up, gently putting out his hand. "W-what? No this can't be happening." He looked me into the eyes.

I gripped the string leather tightly into my hands, making eye contact with Harry. "I'm sorry."

He took my hand, tears dripping down his face, reflecting the light from his eyes.

"Don't leave me."

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a/n

I fell asleep like 3928282 times writing this oops it sucks haha cliffhanger and dRaMa.