Will Poulter Imagines

You Leave Him / His POV

Will's Point Of View

I woke up this morning not only realizing the mess I forgot about making last night, but I also noticed that she was gone.
I expected to see her downstairs but I only saw a disaster of a mess.
Not only were there lamps and vases broken, but also my heart.
*Flashback to Last Night*
My mind was scrambled like you wouldn't believe, she was saying things that she didn't mean, things I hoped she didn't mean.
But she ended up meaning them.
I looked at her with widened eyes and fists clinched at my sides.
She ended up directing her gaze at everything but me but my eyes remained on her and nothing but her, not even when the rain outside started to pour and it appeared on the floor because of the open window.
"Why do you just want to be friends?" I ask her.
Her eyes shifted back to me for a moment before she turned them back at something she had them on for a while.
I look behind me at the object her eyes lied upon only realizing it was a picture of us.
I take my eyes away from the picture, directing them to the ground and slowly turning back to her.
"What do you mean friends?" I asked again, only more violent sounding. More than I intended it to, anyways.
"I don't know." She says, her voice cracking.
I bite my bottom lip and keep my eyes on the floor.
I could feel a cool wet drop fall from my eyes before I look up at her again.
"How don't you know?" I ask her.
"I just don't." She said as soon as the words left my mouth.
She goes and runs both of her hands through her hair before rubbing underneath her eyes with her hand.
"Is there someone else?" I ask her in all seriousness.
She shook her head in quick denial.
"No, Will."
"Then I don't understand." I say to her as I walk up closer to her.
"I don't either, it just feels right to take a break. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a break." She says.
My breathing started to get rapid and I knew it startled her by the look she gave me.
"I'll talk to you later." She says, even though I knew it wasn't true.
She started to walk to the door when I halted her to a stop by saying, "Wait."
I had nothing to say, I just wanted to see her face again.
I had my hands on my head and she had hers on the door knob.
She looked back at me and gave me a face full of sympathy.
"I'm sorry." Was all she said.

I saw her standing there right in front of me, I held on as it was getting harder to breathe.

She opens the door and exits out of my house, leaving it wide open.

All of a sudden the light was blinding me, I never noticed how bright it would be.
*End of Flashback*

I walk through the house, tiny flashbacks of me smashing things running through my head.
I walked into the living room and immediately noticed the light from the window hitting something, making it shine.

I saw in the corner there was a photograph.
No doubt in my mind it was a picture of her.
It lied there alone in its bed of broken glass.

I walked over to the broken frame and bent down, getting the picture out of it.
I studied it for a while before picking up the phone with it in my hand.
Her phone went straight to voicemail and before I knew it, I whispered,
"Don't Let Me Go."

A/N
I like doing song imagines, meaning imagines made with the background story and song lyrics in them, so if you have any song requests, COMMENT THEM YOU SILLY GOOSE.
Anyways, this one was made with Harry Styles solo song, "Don't Let Me Go."
Which I actually like.
So please, check that out!