Harry's POV
I sit on my bed staring at my phone.
I re-read all of our texts.
I smiled,
Then cried.
She wasn't mine anymore.
She was his.
I was in my room and ever since that morning I haven't left this, very, room.
Which was 2 weeks ago.
"Haz?" A voice says.
"Who is it?" My voice cracked.
"El."
"What?" I ask.
"Please come out. Louis isn't himself. No one is." She begs.
"Not my damn problem." I say coldly.
"Haz!" She hisses.
I got up and opened the door.
"Only for dinner." I growl at her.
"Thanks Harry." She says sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah." I mumble.
I walk out into the living room to see all of the boys.
Liam was playing with a stick,
Zayn was playing on his phone,
Niall was comforting Louis while he cried into Nialls neck.
"Look who's alive." El says.
Everyone looked up.
"HAZZA!" Louis jumped over Niall and the couch and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Hey." I say with no emotion.
I walk over to a chair and sit down and continue scrolling through mine and Percy's texts.
Percy was my old girlfriend.
She was the reason why I don't like leaving my room,
Why I don't eat anymore,
And why I don't want to go on tour.
"Haz?" I was snapped out of my thought when Louis called me.
"What?" I ask.
"Wanna play truth or dare?" He asks.
I shake my head.
He sighs.
"Follow me Styles." He grabs my hand and pulls me to the hall.
"What?" I snap.
"Harold, get over her!" He whisper yells.
"I can't get over my first best friend, the love of my damn life, the one who pushed me to follow my dream, the one who is my world and the one who I was gonna marry." I whisper yell back.
"Well get over her!" He says.
"It would be visa versa if it were you and El." I say.
He looks at me.
"You really do love her, don't you." He says.
"More than anything Lou."
