To glam to give a damn (Harry styles)

why did he have to leave me!?

*Harry Styles pov*

I sighed and twirled the frame of us all together... me, zayn, thompson, and lewis. since the second zayn had left, i was always lonely. behind the scenes we were dating but no one knew. i guess now the whole world knew but it didn't matter. now that my only true love had left me.... nothing had mattered anymore. we had broken up so he could go and live a normal life. 

I burst into tears and hugged the frame to my chest, whispering "zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn, zayn..." i rocked back and forth, hugging my knees and the picture. i got so angry that i threw the frame to the wall and watched as it cracked into a million pieces, just like my heart. i started pacing the room while still bawling. i tried to stop but the memory of me and Zayn writing, 'she looks so perfect'  kept coming back to me. i remember siting there with him on the old tattered leather coach thinking of the perfect lyrics

*Flashback*

"what about, 'she looks so perfect standing there in my american apparel skiddy undies' " Zayn sung. 

"Oh my gosh, sounds wonderful but i think we need to add on a bit more... what about... and shes kinda hot though... yeah she a thot though!" i  sung.

Zayn and i burst out laughing and i wrote down the lyric suggestions in the yellow memo pad. 

"no silly," he whispered in my ear, "that's not how you spell hot," 

"really?" i asked confusedly. i looked at my spelling 'hoaty'. yup looks like 'hot' to me.

Zayn grabbed my hands and guided them on the page while looking into my green eye balls. 

"see, thats how you spell hot," he whispered, laughing slightly. i looked down at the memo pad. he had crossed 'hoaty' out and had spelled 'hot' 

" what would i do without you. i love you my Zayny Brainy," i replied

"I love you more, Harry Potter," he said

my smile dropped, "what did you say?" i asked.

he cleared his throat nervously, "e-hem sorry i meant Harry Styles,"

I patted his chest and laid my head on his beating heart, "i love you the best Zayn"

He pecked the top of my curly hair and said " i love you most,"

We fell asleep together on the coach that day. it was the best day of my life. 

*flashback over*

tears streamed out of my eyeballs. i cried for over 5 hours and when i was sure all the moisture in my eyes had dried up i stared at the wall blankly with no emotion. 

Hi! thanks for checking out my new book, i hope you like it so far. up top is a picture of how i imagine harry styles :) thanks