𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍, ʰᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵗʸˡᵉˢ

• 𝟐𝟔 - 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑑？

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the night of harry's surprise birthday dinner was supposed to be a celebration, but things quickly took a turn for the worse. the restaurant was beautifully decorated and the atmosphere was lively, with family, friends, and the band all gathered, eagerly waiting for the big reveal.

i sat next to ciara and myla, trying to keep my mind off the surprise. gemma, harry's sister, was making sure harry stayed unaware of the celebration. as he walked through the door, his face shifted from confusion to shock, and the room erupted with cheers and "surprise!"

harry looked around, clearly touched. "oh my god, this is incredible!" he exclaimed. but as the evening went on, tensions between harry and me began to rise. what started as a simple conversation about the album quickly escalated.

"look i don't mean to start an arguement on your birthday but you've been dismissing my ideas lately ," i said, struggling to stay calm. "it feels like you don't value my input."

harry's face tightened, and he looked away. "i'm not dismissing you. i'm just giving my honest opinion. it's not a big deal."

"it is a big deal," i retorted. "since that meeting with simon, you've been acting different. you went alone, and now you're all secretive. it's obvious you're hiding something."

harry's eyes flashed with irritation. "i'm not hiding anything. you're just being paranoid."

"paranoid?" i snapped, my frustration boiling over. "you've been avoiding me and pushing me away. your behavior is clearly hiding something, and you won't admit it."

"i'm not hiding anything," he said, his voice rising. "you're making a huge deal out of nothing."

"nothing?!" i yelled. "i'm so fucking tired of your lies and excuses. you've been treating me like i don't matter. i'm done with you!"

my anger got the better of me. i pushed harry's chest with a forceful shove. "i don't want to talk to you anymore. it's clear you don't give a fuck about how i feel! you're honestly such a dick, you're a pathetic excuse for a man. "

harry stumbled back, his face red with anger. "you think you know everything, don't you? maybe you should just stay out of my fucking business if you can't handle the truth amélie!"

he used my real name, not my nickname or any pet names. it was a clear sign that we were seriously done. his voice was filled with anger, mirroring the fury i felt inside. the words we exchanged were sharp and final, cutting through any remaining connection. in that moment, it was unmistakable that there was no turning back for us.

with tears streaming down my face, i turned and walked out of the room, overwhelmed by the situation. i made my way to the bathroom, needing to escape and find some solace.

once inside, i collapsed onto the floor, unable to contain my emotions. ciara, noticing my distress, followed me and came in. seeing me on the floor, she knelt beside me and wrapped her arms around me. "hey, what's going on?" she asked softly.

"i'm done with him," i sobbed. "i can't deal with his secrecy and his attitude anymore. since that meeting with simon, he's been different, and he's obviously hiding something. i'm so hurt."

ciara held me tightly but i felt her tense. "it's okay to feel this way i pinky promises you that. sometimes people act defensively when they're feeling guilty or overwhelmed. but right now, you need to take care of yourself."

i pulled out my phone and texted myla: "please come to the bathroom. i need to talk. it's really bad."

a few minutes later, myla arrived, looking worried. "what happened?" she asked, sitting down beside me.