One Direction One Shots 3

Well Needed (Harry)

You dropped onto on your bed, and shoved your face into a pillow as you sobbed. This was the third night in a row that you’ve done this. Ever since you and Harry broke up, you’ve came home from school, ran into your bedroom and cried until it was time for school the next day. You were so tired, but you could never sleep. You were so hungry, but every time you see food, you get a sick feeling in your stomach. You stopped doing your homework.

Why should I even try anymore?  you always asked yourself. Either way, things won’t be the same..

You haven’t spoken to anyone, besides the teachers when they called on you for an answer. Whenever your friends or parents talked to you, you just shrugged your shoulders, and either nodded or shook your head.

You lifted your head from the pillow and wiped your face. You looked down at the pillow to see wet spots from your tears and a couple of spots where your makeup had come off from the previous nights.

You lifted the pillow up to see your favorite picture of you and Harry. You took the picture and set the pillow down. You pushed the pillow under your chest so it was more comfortable. You looked at the picture through clouded eyes. You couldn’t really see the photo from the tears built in your eyes, but you didn’t have to see it, you already knew what it looked like.

It was a black and white photo of you and Harry, sitting on a grass hill at a concert they had at the park earlier in the summer. You were on the left, and Harry was on the right. Your head was resting on his shoulder and Harry’s head was rested on yours. You were both smiling.

As you looked at the photo, you were mainly focused on Harry. It seemed like everything else in the picture was gone, except him.

"It’s really over.." you muttered.

You gripped the picture tightly with both hands. More tears started to flood your eyes, your hands started to shake as you tried to fight back the tears. You slowly started to tear the photo in half. Your teeth started to grind as the photo started to rip. As it came to the end of the photo, you closed your eyes and quickly pulled the two pieces away from each other.

You opened your eyes. Your vision was still clouded from remaining tears. You blinked your eyes a couple of times, until you could see, somewhat, clearly. You looked down at the two halves in your hands. In one hand, was you, and in the other, was Harry. You pressed your lips together and stood up. You walked away form your bed, over to the trash bin. You stood, with your hands over the bin and took a deep breath.

"Here’s to starting over," you said.

You let go of the photos and watched as they fell into the bin. You looked to see that Harry’s half had landed on top of yours. You bent down and turned the photo over, to show the plain white side.

You stood up and walked over to your bed. You laid on your back and looked at the ceiling. For the first time in awhile, you laid on your bed without tears flooding your eyes. You turned to look at the clock on your bedside table. It was 3:07 in the morning. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, and slowly dieted off to sleep for the first time that week.

-

Your eyes fluttered open as your alarm buzzed. You reached over and shut it off. You sat up in bed and stretched. You slide your legs over the side of your bed and stood up. You shuffled over to your closet and picked out the day’s outfit; sweat pants, with a plain white T-Shirt.

You shuffled down the hall and into the bathroom. You grabbed the brush and ran it through your hair a couple of times, before putting it in a ponytail. You threw on some foundation and lip gloss before leaving.