5 Years Is Nothing.. --Harry Styles Fanfiction--

Chapter Thirty Four- Too Late.

                                                                         *Harry*

  I don't love you. Her words played in my head over and over again like a damn broken record. How could she say she didn't love me? We were so happy.. Until I went and fucked it up that is.. This was my fault. She hated me because of my actions. And now she was with that Luke, kid. The one I still don't like in the slightest. When I walked into that building, I didn't know what to expect. But I sure as hell didn't expect her to scream and run away.

I continued to walk down the still crowed streets. Regardless of the time, people were always out in this damn city. I tried my best to whistle so that I was able to catch a cab. Surprisingly, I was able to flag one down.

"Where to?" The vile smelling man with a heavy New York accent questioned as I slid into the leather seat in the back.

"Take me to Bar Americain on 52nd." I practically demanded. With what just happened to me, and how I was feeling, I needed a few shots to numb this shit feeling that I couldn't seem to shake.

A phone began to ring and I checked my screen to see if it was me, but it wasn't. The driver carelessly dug around him searching for his cellphone. Looking up at the street from time to time. My nerves caught up to me and snapped at the man.

"Keep your eyes on the road, would you?" He chuckled seemingly thinking I was kidding.

"Kid, it's alright. I drive for a living." I rolled my eyes at the dumbass and hoped he would just give up. I looked up at the window once again and watched everyone outside living happily. Enjoying eachother's comapany. And here I was, sitting alone in a cab feeling like I was stabbed in the chest several times. Never did I think things would end up this way.

I knew I was an asshole. Numerous people told me that everyday. And I've tried so damn hard to change it, only to be torn down again. Before I could stop myself, I was searching through my contacts for Ali's number. I couldn't let this end. I couldn't let her walk off with someone else knowing I could've done something to prevent it.

Just as I was about to press dial, I heard a car abrubtly beeping it's horn and when I looked up a set of headlight's were headed straight into my side of the car.

"JESUS CHRIST!" The driver screamed as he began to swerve. Everything spun around me and there was nothing I could do. I sat there paralyzed in fear.

But it was too late. The oncoming car made contact with my side, a shattering noise rung in my ears with ongoing sound of the horn. Leaving me feeling the sharpest of pains in my body. Things went black as I felt warm liquid dripping from my head, along with my arms and my mouth as well. Though, I couldn't see anything I tried my hardest to move but I couldn't.

"Ali." I whispered as I felt my self slowly fall asleep.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die

though I'd had reason enough in the last few months

but even if I had,

I would not have imagined it like this."