// unedited; just something I came with in about an hour. sorry if it's bad :/
I've been watching Harry for a couple of days now and his behavior has been getting strange and distant. Just now, we were watching reruns of 'Friends' like we always have, and he wouldn't give as much a glance to the general direction of the TV.
My eyes wandered over to him subconsciously and I noticed his fingers were swiftly typing across the keyboard on his phone. His eyes were furrowed with concentration, taking no time to tap a single letter as he did the next.
"Harry?" My tone of voice is more anger than anything else. My body stands up and makes itself comfortable in the front of his. His eyes look up finally making contact with mine.
I missed staring into his memorizing eyes like this. I haven't seen them enough lately.
They were the most exquisite shade of green I've ever seen in my life. I always thought that artists would be internally blessed should they base their water colors and art solely on the color of green that I am now watching, his green.
Snapping out of these distracting thoughts, anger quickly and overwhelming strikes my body once again as I take a deep breath and continue on the start of my argument.
"Can I see your phone?"
My ears pick up my own voice, and it's shaky and nervous as my hand reaches out, waiting for the device I thought he would give willingly.
A phone is a sacred item for a human being. It's capable of holding endless amounts of information about someone's daily and personal life. Handing it to another person is like giving away a limb, in my opinion. But me being his girlfriend, I didn't seem to think it would be difficult to do.
But to my surprise, his eyes widen in bewilderment and his hands clutch the metal even tighter, holding it closer to him as if protecting a precious gem.
The air between is tense all of a sudden as we both stand for the inevitable.
"Why?" His voice drops at least an octave lower than normal and it's laced with irritation and displeasure.
His eyes, that I was just admiring beforehand, has turned into a dark, mysterious shade of green. They now resemble a treacherous forest, a forest I find myself lost in, as the darkness surrounds me altogether.
"Why does it matter? What do you have to hide?" Two questions that began the revolution.
His breath hitches and his irises wander around the living room, the room he hasn't once paid attention to for the past three days.
"Answer me."
Venom was practically dripping from my words and I could feel my eyes darkening from their usual color of brown. They now resemble charcoal, a tint of jet black so deep, I would be frightened by them if I had seen them for myself.
Harry wasn't a loving partner as much as he was an opponent right now. An opponent I had remorse for beating.
"Listen Y/N, we should talk first."
It was then I knew.
It was then I knew that all the 'I love you''s and the sweet and tasteful kisses before work and each of us holding one another through cold and dreadful nights had meant wholeheartedly nothing to him. The 3am thoughts when I so willingly told him about my ambitions and dreams had came in one ear and out the other. As did all the words that I had said over the course of our two year relationship.
Everything that I stood for plummeted stories down where it crashed and burned.
"No. You wouldn't Harry, you f.ucking wouldn't."
Tears pricked my eyes as I was flooded with memories and tokens of our love. I couldn't breathe as my lungs struggled to intake air for all the betrayal building against it.
This wasn't the end. This is not the end.
These words played in a constant loop in my head but the guilt in his eye was what stopped the record and snatched all life out of me.
"Y/N just listen to me, it's not as bad it seems baby.."
"Don't you dare call me that ever again you selfish b.astard!"
Screams were what my words sounded like.
Turning around and heading towards the corner of the room closest to the door, my legs come close to giving out. Holding onto to bookshelves and chairs, I reach my destination.
I turn once again, expecting his presence right behind me, telling me not to run, to let him explain.
Yet, all I could see was a fuzzy glow of where Harry was standing, my tears making it difficult to distinguish the scene. Not a single move was made by him to come closer to me.
Stop me. Stop me from walking out of your life for good. Tell me that I meant something. Walk towards me, hold me. Anything is better than this.
"Say something for fu.cks sake!"
"I'm sorry."
These two words were the only two hanging from the air to display his unfaithfulness and dishonesty. The only words he thought I deserved to end whatever I thought we had.
No explanation. No withholding me. No shame. No cries. Nothing.
"Stay the h.ell away from me. Don't come looking for me, do you understand? I never want to see you again!"
I don't wait for his answer as I grab the door handle and flee. Running as far away from him as I could.
Losing a half of my soul somewhere along the way.
