Foreign Love || Harry Styles AU {completed}

Forty❦

"I now understand why people used to claim that love hurts."

It's been three weeks, and I'm still living at Cara's. 

Harry found out where I was on the first week, and made sure to visit everyday to make sure I was alright, but I didn't want to see him. I asked Cara to tell him I was fine, and that my phone died. Everyday she made sure he didn't enter the apartment, because I asked her to. 

It sounds mean, I know, but I knew that if I saw his face, I'd have given in. And I can't. 

I can't give up on myself. And yet, that's what I always do. I give up on myself for the people I love. I give up my life for the people I care about. I'd have given up everything for him, but I can't allow my heart to decide this time. 

My head needs to stay strong. I know that if I move in with him, I'll give up my job, which I like, and I'll end up giving up school because he'll remind me that I don't need it anymore. He's rich. Very rich. And he has changed. 

On the second week he stopped visiting, but left a few messages by the door, written on a paper. I never read those. I folded them and hided them in a small box beneath the couch I was sleeping on. 

He eventually stopped on the third week. And now that I'm about to start the fourth week of my life without Harry, I feel as bad as the first day. 

I miss him. 

I can't stop loving him. 

I'll always love him. 

But I need to forget him. 

For the first time in my life, I feel like I'll never heal. I'll never forget. 

I'd always say, 'forgive and forget', it was my life motto, but now, It just didn't make any sense. 

Harry Styles had left a huge scar across my heart. And I now understand why people used to claim that love hurts. 

Days pass, and I survive. I don't live though. And I miss living. 

Has Harry given up on me? Probably, yes. Will I fake a smile and continue surviving? Unfortunately, yes. 

"Selena, I'm sorry but I see your grades are falling apart. You never gave me that video project I asked you to do by group of three, and I never received your part of the script I asked you to write." Mister Gunny lectured me as I kept my eyes on the floor 

"I'm sorry, I don't have an excuse except that I wasn't on my best days. I'll catch up, I swear" 

"Look, It's an art school. You need to show me what you got for labels to accept to work with you in the future as a producer or director. I'm sorry to say that but, If you don't show me anything at the end of the semester you'll either have to redo your freshman year or just stop"  

My teacher's words echoed in my head for the rest of the day. And I felt miserable. I had everything to be happy, yet I needed him to feel happy again. 

The next week, I quitted the New York Film Academy. My dream college. I gave up on my dreams. Why? Because I didn't feel like i was good enough to make it. 

I don't know what I want to do in the future anymore. 

So when I arrived to the Agency that day, and Zayn announced me that he was living for L.A for a shooting and wanted me to come with him, I said yes. 

Harry isn't the only one who has changed. 

I have too. 

I decided that from this day on, I'll live in the moment. 

And most importantly, I'll live for myself. 

A/N: 

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-Elie xx