Love Hangover (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Love Hangover (adj)- 1. When you find and feel an immense amount of passion for one, or when one gathers an infatuation for the love that is received from another, causing the affected person pain, and also bliss from the satisfaction gained as a result of the love received. However, all love and feelings are lost when both parties give everything up, without producing a willful fight.

"Harry, I truly don't know what to do anymore." I finally built up enough liquid courage to release my thoughts from my brain, and let them flow off of my tongue, like the enormous amounts of water flowing throughout a river. I closed my eyes, facing Harry, waiting for his response to float aimlessly into the air.  "What do you mean Abriella?" Harry immediately replied, almost on impact of the words hitting his heart. An ounce of sadness was evident in his voice, while the loss of feelings and care was clearly present throughout the words he spoke. I turned around, avoiding his glare that was locked on me, and put my hands on the granite countertop. Attempting to avoid any eye contact, and support my weight so I didn't fall forward from the immense pressure that was surrounding my heart, an unfamiliar feeling.

"Harry, you found me in my most vulnerable state, drunk and beaten in a London alleyway with nothing but a pile of shredded clothes. I had no home, no parents since my dad practically disowned me after he forced me out of Sydney, I had absolutely no money to my name. Hell, I didn't even have clothes! But, you didn't care. You took me here, and it's easiest to say that I fell completely in love with you." I was now facing Harry, with my hands still stretched on the counter behind my back. His face was blank besides a single tear gliding down his cheek, making his green eyes glisten in the absolute darkness. He stared into my eyes, trying to search and find the words that were bound to fall out. "I fell in love with you the way we fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once." I quoted the infamous John Green passage, remembering it by heart, and letting it flow as the words described my feelings like a rose in the middle of Spring; perfectly acquainting. I hung my head to the ground, watching as the tears that began to flow off of the tip of my chin, stained the wood floor temporarily. "And that's exactly how I fell out of love with you." I hastily wiped the flow of water and feelings from my face. "In the beginning, I was love drunk. But now, I'm hungover; it hurts more, and I can't stand the pain for one second longer."

I floated to the front door, keeping my head hung down, but still having the ability to notice Harry's hung in a similar state. I let my small hand latch onto the biggest suitcase, still letting the tears flow aimlessly down my face. I looked up one last time to see Harry standing still, like a statue in the scorching sun. Unintentionally, I ran to his figure, grabbing his face forcefully and latching my lips to his, giving him one last, passionate, and loving kiss. Our lips moved in sync, and I waited for his embrace to latch onto my waist, but it never came. After reluctantly pulling away, catching my breath, and wiping the tears from his rosy cheeks, I joined our foreheads together for the last remaining seconds. When the tears were dried on both of our faces, I walked away. I walked away from my love; my life, closing the heavy, wood door, ever so slightly, watching as Harry's figure sunk to the ground rapidly, his face buried deep in his hands, and his sobs echoing through my mind. That was my cue to run; escape, and recover from this Love Hangover.