All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

Thirteen

Y/n's POV

I swallow the lump in my throat, ignoring the hammering pain in my chest.

"Are you guys enjoying the date? It looks very cute and comfy. Just right for a cold day like this." I ignore the fact that Tianni was using my cup, the cup I made with Harry so long ago, when we were children.

Tianni looks up at me, "I'm enjoying it. Harry said I'd love it here, and I do. I could stay here forever." I hear Harry coughs beside me, obviously uncomfortable.

"Well, I didn't mean to intrude." I smile, holding back the need to burst out crying in front of the both of them.
They looked so perfect together, and Harry's so in love with her.
Not me, and I need to learn to accept that.

Before I leave, I tell them how cute of a couple they are.
"We aren't together yet.." Tianni flushes, and Harry grins sitting across from her.

"Well, You guys are generally cute together. And you both seem very happy. I'm thrilled for the both of you." With that, I left, leaving Harry looking completely astonished, and Tianni in all smiles.

I rush down the ladder, with tears cascading down my reddened cheeks. Clumsily missing a step, I fall to the ground, my body now aching physically and emotionally.
I don't understand why I can't just let him be happy. I need to let him go.
But I need to be happy just like him, yet I can't be happy without him.

Walking into the woods, far enough from the treehouse, I take a seat beside another tall tree, which I'm sure is fully grown now.

"Why do I do this to myself!" I cry, the pain throbbing in my chest, proving all too much for me to handle. The sobs racking my freezing body, as tears ran down relentlessly. I lean against the tree, hugging my knees to my chest.

He's happy. Harry's happy. The way he talks about her shows how immensely he loves her. The way he looks at her.

God.

I try to even my breathing by inhaling deeply through my nose, and exhaling out through my mouth. It was no use. I couldn't calm down.
We are talking about him for God's sake! Why did I even have to love him?
For all these years, I've loved him! So much that it hurts.

I'm shivering in the cold, before I hear footsteps padding nearby.

A raspy voice interrupts my heartbreak, "Y/n?" I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed that he has found me. The footsteps are louder, and quicker, trying to get to me in a rush. I only cry out louder, when his arms tug at mine, to release my face.

Author's Note(:
who needs a tissue??