'Harry... We need to talk' I lifted my head in anticipation and nodded.
'I think we should have a break'
"Now you are standing there right in front of me..."
'What... We're doing fine Hannah! We can work through anything, I'm in love with you!'
I feel my Cheat constricting.
"I hold on it's getting harder to breath."
'I just need time... Time away,' she paused monetarily, 'time from London. I come from a small town on the coast, now I'm in the middle of London. It's different... I'm going out.'
She walks to the door and grabs her keys and shades and closes the door.
I run, run right after her, but the paparazzi get in my way.
"All of sudden these lights are blinding me."
I try I shield my eyes, but I'm blinded. I can't see which direction Hannah has gone.
"I never noticed how bright they would be."
I head back inside, I slam the door and slide to the floor. I lift my head and see the picture of us on our first date.
"I saw in the corner there is a photograph"
I walk over, most of it is Hannah, it was a selfie with us pulling silly faces.
"No doubt in my head it's a picture of you"
My anger gets the better of me and I throw it to the ground. I start to shout and curse everything that could make her want to end everything.
"It lies there alone in it's bed of broke glass"
My phone buzzes from my pocket, I pull out my white iPhone 4S, the phone that matches Hannah's, same case, my background is her and her background is me... Or at least it was.
I slide the bar and type in our shared Passcode -2202- and the text pops up.
'Princess Fiona<3
Harry it's over I'm at my mothers... I'm sorry.
You're you and I'm me.
You can't handle a relationship like this.'
"This bed was never made for two"
I stumble Into our bedroom and grab her pillows, her scent lingers on them.
I shove my face in one and replay our best memories in my head.
"I'll keep my eyes wide open"
Ill always wait for her, and I hope she realises I'm in love with her and she comes back.
"I'll keep my arms wide open."
I slowly fall asleep with our song paying in the background.
"Don't let me,
Don't let me,
Don't let me go,
'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.
Don't let me,
Don't let me go,
'Cause in tired of feeling alone."
A week later and she still hasn't come back. I'm back to work, trying to make her proud.
"I promised one day I'd bring you back a star."
I'm fine for a few shows, but when were singing teenage dirtbag it reminds me of our early days.
"I caught one but it burnt a hole in my hand oh"
