Broken Rose (Harry Styles) FINISHED/EDITED!!

Please, Don't Go

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Amanda's P.O.V.

Harry's status was totally heartbreaking for me to handle. It was one of my weakness, that I might have fallen on the ground, begging for mercy. His curls were in all directions and not only were his eyes bloodshot, but as well they were teary and ready for another cascade to stream down his colorless cheeks. His normal green irises lost their color.

His eyes spoke a foreign language, that I couldn't understand quiet right. It was a language of sadness. Even though, his eyes were multilingual, as they jabber happiness, excitement, contentment, love, nostalgic, passion, optimism, and every shred of an enthusiastic life, I felt that this new language took the place of every shred of those languages.

His eyes blurted how much he missed me, and how much his mistake affected negatively on both him and me, but I still couldn't give in just yet. "Amanda?" He asked, like my name was the medicine for him to heal form the sadness.

"Yea-" "Oh baby, you're back." He instantly tugged on my arms softly, pulling me close, and burying me in his warm arms. I felt like living forever in those arms, but reality got the best of me, and I untangled myself from his hug. He looked sadly at me, causing my heart to tatter.

"I'm here to pack my stuff." With that simple sentence, he lost it. "WHAT? NO PLEASE. I MADE A MISTAKE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE." Ignoring him, I looked at Damon and said, "Baby, I'll be right back." and kissed him on the lips.

"Baby?" Harry whispered, not meaning for me to hear, but I did.

I made my way to the room I used to share with him, not forgetting to glance at his eyes to see the broken boy, who broke me.

"Amanda." Harry dogged behind me to the bedroom.

"What?" I asked, getting my bag from under the bed, and placing it on it swiftly. I swiftly looked around me, and noticed something unfamiliar. Broken windows, broken picture frames, shattered mirror, unmade bed with my pillow on Harry's side, and upside down chairs and couch.

"What happened in here?" I asked bewildered by my surroundings. He just shook his head and stared down at the carpet.

 I moved towards the broken picture frames, and saw them with a single person on them; Harry. He broke his own pictures. He hurt me and I wouldn't have thought about breaking his picture frames, and yet he did it himself.

"I got mad at myself for hurting you, so I did this." He declared. I looked at him and he was kneeling down beside me to clean up the broken glasses, when I stopped him. "Just come with me." I said. He nodded, and I held his hand all the way towards the guest room. What hurt the most was that he squeezed my hand, afraid I would leave; knowing I would leave, any minute. 

Motioning for him to sleep in bed, he obeyed laying down, not losing eye contact with me, as he did so. As I turned around to get out of the room, he grabbed my hand for dear life. "Don't leave me, please. Just stay in my arms for a while. I miss you terribly. I need you. I have to mend your heart back together." He cried.

"I won't leave just yet, Harry. I'll be right back. Just get some sleep and rest for a bit, ok?" I caressed his wet cheek, forcing myself not to kiss him.

"Promise?" He asked. "Promise." I assured him.

"Amanda?" He asked, as I went out of the bedroom. I got back, " Yes, Harry?"

"This guy is your new boyfriend, right?" He bit his lip, scared of the answer. Should I tell him I was just making him jealous? No!

"Get some sleep, Harry." I said. He nodded sadly, probably thinking the answer was yes.