I wish I could say mine and Harry's relationship was unbreakable and that it lasted until we both died, or at least one of us did, but that's not the case.
Later that very year me and Harry reached our first milestone. He was going back on tour with his "world-wide, internet sensational boyband" and asked if I would come with him. I declined his request as work at university was a hell of a lot more important in my eyes. I promised that I would come and see him during termly breaks, but for some odd reason "he was always busy". Then, things just kinda went down hill from there. He stopped replying to my messages, Skype calls were no longer and in the end, he ended up ignoring the majority of my calls.
January 8th I broke it off with him and since that day I've never spoke to him since. However, that didn't stop him from messaging me.
Once I was officially "gone", Harry's tweets started to get quite depressing. He sent me endless paragraphs on how he was sorry that he never called me, and how much he regrets it now. His fans hated me (they still do now, to this day), they sent me dms and mentioned me all the time. They said some horrible things, but eventually it calmed down and they all kinda forgot about me.
THAt sucks you know.
Forgetting.
The dictionary's definition of forgetting :
failing to remember.
"he had forgotten his lines"
I wish I could forget some of the things I've done in the past. I wish I could forget about Harry, forget about the feelings and just move on with my life but I'm certain it'll never happen.
What gets me the most is, how one minute someone can mean the absolute world to you. You wouldn't change a thing about them, about your relationship with them;
but then the next minute you're screaming at each other, they leave, you cry, blah , blah , blah.
For 2 years now, I've been running from my past, running from the shadows chasing me.
For 2 years now, I've been sinking, alone and vulnerable because a life without Harry is a life without happiness.
But shh, he can't ever know I feel that way, not just yet anyway.
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8:32 a.m
I flung myself out of bed, desperately scurrying around the floor looking for my phone. I swear I must sleep walk or something because I leave my phone safely on the side before I sleep and when I wake up its gone, vanished, ka poof.
In all its glory, I saw it lying on top of a cardboard box which was currently full with old chemistry books.
I sighed heavily and slumped back down onto my bed, this time with my phone secured in my hand. The screen blinded my eyes and I verbally scolded myself for not turning my brightness down last night.
The first thing I checked was Twitter.
1 new notification, tweet from Harry Styles.
"@HarryStyles: If I'm louder, would you see me?"
retweet favourite ignore
Angrily, I tossed my phone toward the end of my bed, but soon followed after it after deciding I was going to call Niall.
