Shades Of Styles

You're afraid he will break up with you

My boyfriend and Harry and I have been together for 6 months now and although I love being with him I feel like he may leave me one day.
I mean, I'm in high school, I'm not famous, Im ugly. I'm just a boring normal person. How could he even like me?
"(Y/N)!! Harry is here to take you to school." my mum calls and I sigh. I need to get ready first.
"Hold on." I call down the stairs.
I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a t shirt that says Hipster Please. I got it from Niall for my 18th birthday. I slide on my white pair of converse and brush my hair. I grab my back pack and go down stairs.
"Hey beautiful. Ready to go?" he asks. I can't help but smile at him. Hes so cute, I can't help it.
"Yeah." I nod. We get in his car and we start the 20 minute drive to my school.

He parks in a close parking spot and leans over to kiss me.
"I love you." he says after he kisses me. I don't say anything and just nod. I don't know if I'm ready to say it yet. The first time he ever said it was a month ago which is when I started having my doubts about this relationship.
"Do you love me?" he asks and I freeze. He's never asked me that before.
"I need to get to class." I say.
"Do you?" he questions.
"Harry..." I sigh and push a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"I need to know...please." he begs. "Harry. I'll tell you after school. Okay?"
"Fine." he sighs disapointed. I get out and quickly run inside.
"Hey girl. What are you running from...you should be running the opposite way." my best friend Grace jokes.
"Its nothing..." I laugh.
"We gotta get to class." she says as the bell rings.

After School
The whole day I've been thinking about what to say to Harry. I love him, I do. But I'm just afraid that he will leave me. And I don't want to love a guy that will leave me. I remember when he first said he loved me. I remember that I said I had to go to avoid it. But I actually did love him, probably more than he loves me. But I was to afraid to say it back.
I see his car and I slowly move to it, I'm so afraid of whats in there...not Harry but the question he has.
He gets out of the car and walks to me.
"Hey babe...how was school?" he asks.
"Normal...boring." I shrug.
"I think we should talk." his face turns sour.
"Sure." I nod and get in his car. Here is comes, hes going to break up with me.
"(Y/N). I love you...so much." he starts. "But you don't love me. I can tell thats why you ignore the question so much. I was thinking about this the whole day but I can't be with someone who doesn't love me and I can tell you never will." he shakes his head.
"Harry...I always knew this day would come. I knew you would realize that I wasn't right for you."
"What?" he asks.
"Look at the facts Harry...I'm still in high school, I'm not famous...I'm ugly. I mean, Im just not meant to be with you. Your meant to be with a beautiful fashion model not a normal boring high school senior."
"(Y/N)?" he laughs. "Is that why you don't wanna be with me? Cause you think your not good enough for me? I don't wanna be with a fashion model. I wanna be with you because your beautiful, smart, funny and I love you. I don't wanna be with someone famous...your famous to me."
"Really?" I smile.
"Of course."
"Harry...I love you."
"I love you too...so much."