Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: it's been so long!!!! this might be triggering, sorry:(

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*Harry's Point of View*

I tried to follow her, but she just walked faster, ignoring me. All I could do was scream her name at the top of my lungs, hoping she would turn around and explain why she didn't love me anymore. Why she was doing this. Why she would ever break my heart.

I screamed until my voice was hoarse and my head hurt just as bad as my throat and lungs. I fell to me knees at the edge of her yard, trying so hard not to cry. My chest clenched and I couldn't breathe. Maybe it was from the yelling, I don't know. I choked on my own tears, as in I literally started coughing because they were flooding my mouth. I couldn't see anything because my vision was blurred and my legs were shaking so bad every time I'd try to get up I'd fall down again. My heart actually hurt. Was I having a heart attack? Hopefully, because, if I was, then I wouldn't have to live feeling like this much longer.

I thought we would be together forever. Scratch that- I knew we would be together forever. We would find an apartment together in the city and she could go to uni while I was on tour and then in a couple years when my career slowed down we could get married and have a bunch of kids and we could buy a house in Holme's Chapel and grow old together and damnit I had it all planned out. Why was she doing this?

I collapsed on the porch, head in my hands, the porch light still lit dimly above me. I didn't hear the door open, but I did hear Gemma sleepily asking me why I was out here. I didn't answer, then found myself being pulled up by my older sister. She turned me around to look at my face that I hadn't realized was streaked with tears.

"Tell me what happened," she said. "And why in the bloody hell are you out here so late at night? Are you drunk?"

"I wish," I turned away from her. I do wish I was drunk. Maybe this wouldn't hurt so bad. Actually, no, it would. This would have hurt no matter how high my blood alcohol content is.

"Harry," she sighed. "Talk to me. Why the hell are you out here? Is Beth alright?"

"She's fine," I muttered. "She's just great aside from the fact she doesn't love me anymore."

"Did you guys break up?" Gemma shifted her weight, obviously trying to hide her impending concern and curiosity.

"Yeah, apparently," I muttered, turning away from her and going upstairs. I threw some clothes in a bag, not exactly sure where I was going. I slipped on some shoes and pushed past Gemma who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with her arms crossed, asking a million questions a second. My car keys were on the counter, and Gemma was standing right in front of them. "Move."

"No. Not until you tell me what the hell is going on," she insisted.

"I'm leaving, alright?" I snapped.

"Where are you going to go, Harry?" Gemma asked, exasperated.

"I'll figure it out. Make up some lie to tell mom, I don't care what," With that, I left.

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I texted Nick in the car, deciding I would stay with him for a few days. It was a long drive to the city but I sure as hell wasn't staying in Holmes Chapel any longer.

To: Nick Grimshaw

hey mate I know it's late but it's important i need to stay with you for a few days

I was on my way there so if he wasn't home or wouldn't have me for some reason I would go to Ed's or Liam's or anywhere but definitely not home.

From: Nick Grimshaw