Harry Styles Imagines

The bridge

Amy's P.O.V.

I finished packing all my clothes. I grabbed the two suitcases and started to go down the stairs. Once I was on the last step I heard some footsteps.

-Why are you making so much damn noise!?!- he yelled walking out of the living room.

You see I had been with Harry for two and a half years. But since a few months ago all we have been doing is yelling at each other for every little damn thing and I'm tired of it. For now all we had done is yell at each other and insult the other for a while till one of us ends up crying. For the last month Harry has been sleeping in the couch. I don't even know how we started fighting this much but I do know it's getting worst and I don't want an abusive relationship.

-I'm leaving, This isn't working out and I don't want this to end in a abusive relationship. Harry I love you so much and I don't know when things started to go wrong in our relationship but I do know that I don't want to keep fighting with you. I decided to leave for a month I'm going to be staying at a friends house. Don't try to contact me or anything because I'm not gonna answer you. Take this month to think about our relationship and decide if you really love me and you want to fix things. If you decide that you still love me and want to give this a second try then I'll be waiting for you at the bridge were we first met at 4:30 pm in exactly a month. If you don't go then I'll understand that you don't love me anymore and I'm leaving and your never going to see me again-

With that I turned around and left. Luckily he didn't follow me or anything. I got on my car putting the suitcases in the back and going to my friends house. She already knew I was coming I had told her everything that happened these few months and she gladly let me stay in her house for a month. She had another room in her flat she just used to put stuff she didn't need so I came a few days ago and helped her clean the room so I could stay there. I arrived at her house after a twenty minute ride. I got out of my car and walked into the building. I got into the elevator and that's when everything sunk in. I just left Harry. I just left my home and I don't know if I'll ever go back. I'm wondering if I made the right decision if leaving was the best option or if should have stayed and talk things out with him. The elevator finally came to a stop and I got out. I knocked on my friends door. When she opened the door she gave me a hug and I started crying. She made me some tea and we started talking. After I calmed down I went to the room I was going to stay for the month. The First few days were awful I didn't get out of the room just crying. On the seventh day here my friend got me out of bed and out of the house. We talked all day and I felt better. On the second and third week here I was doing ok carrying out with my life but I was constantly thinking about him I wondered what he was doing or if he was thinking about me or missing me as much as I missed him. On the fourth week well that one was the hardest. I started to wonder if he was going to leave me hanging. If he has been doing good this month and didn't want to be with me anymore. What if he moved on and forgot about me. They were a lot of thoughts in my mind and most of them weren't pretty.

Finally the day has come. Today I'll either be with Harry again or It'll be the end of us. I put on some jeans, a white top and my black and cream cardigan and my black vans I let my hair loose. I got my suitcases and went out the door. I said my goodbyes to my friend and went to my car. I drove to the bridge were we first met. I parked my car near the old bridge and got out. I checked my phone and saw it was four twenty. I sat down in the middle or the bridge with my feet hanging off the edge and my hands were on the railing. This bridge holds so many memories. Some good and some bad. This bridge has been closed for a long time now, almost nobody comes here anymore. I remember coming here with my dad when I was a kid. We'll cross the bridge and go camping in the forest that's on the other side. I remember that we used to sit right here in the middle and watch the sunset. We used to come at least once a month till he died when I was ten years old in a car crash. After that I stopped coming here. I didn't know how to drive and I couldn't come walking because it was far from home. Things at home weren't good either mom became depressed and alcoholic. When I was sixteen she left me and I went to live with my grandma. I was really depressed that time. When I got my drivers license the first thing I did was come here. That was the worst and best day of my life. I came here crying that day. It was the same day my dad had died.