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You break up with him...

HARRY: The stress of being in an relationship with Harry had reached its Max. The relationship was slowly crumbling. Though you had known how to deal with the hate it was just overwhelming to know it's even happening. To know that when you go to sleep a gazillion girls&boys are talking about you. Dissing you. And disrespecting you. You had to end it. There's no other way. It's not even because of the fans it's because billions of women are chasing him. Billions of people are disrespecting you. Billions of people are judging you by your skin. Accusing you. And it hurts. It hurts so bad. You always have that lingering feeling that one day Harry's going to believe them and leave you. Maybe even cheat on you with someone better. A classic white girl. Blue eyes blonde hair. Skinny frame. Someone that is similar and couldn't get as much hate. So you decided to end it. End it before your heart got even more torn. Before it would kill you to even think about breaking up with him. Not that that wasn't already happening.

You walked into you and Harry's now empty room you had already packed up your stuff and drove it to your hotel. You now are sat on what you use to call you guys mattress. Playing with the promise ring that Harry gave you. While your house key is in your other hand begging for life as you grip it tightly with your sweaty hands. Your heart racing while your gaze is fixed on the clock before you. A silent tear rolls down your cheek as you think about how your calling off things with the person you love. The person you gave your heart to. The person you gave your innocence to. The person who is your everything.

You hear the front door slam.

"Y/n I'm home!"
You hear Harry's heels clicking up the stairs. Harry walks into the room and sees its empty only containing a teary eyed y/n . "Y/n baby are you ok...babe what's wrong." "I can't do it anymore Hazza...it's just to much." And with that you placed the ring and the key in his hand and fled. You fled the scene. You fled your heart.

Part two or nah...