Behind the Glasses

Half a Heart Without You

HARRY POV

"COME DANCE WITH ME BABEE!!!" She asks for the fiftieth time.

"You go, I'll meet you there later."

Well, I guess I'll catch y'all up, it's been 2 months since I've talked to Ally last, I'd try to call but I lost my phone when I tried to leave to go to the airport. Simon was pissed, I didn't get very far.

Also, since my phone is gone, she thinks I'm not calling her and if she calls me I can't answer. She probably thinks I don't care. But she's wrong. I can't get her out of my head.

This is the seventh girl just this week, yes, if you can do the math that's a girl a night. They're all the same.

bimbos.

And I'm forced to hold their hands, to cuddle with them, kiss them even... But There is nothing there.

The magazines don't say there's nothing there, they believe the show I'm forced to put on. The show which is interpreted to an even more believable story, which is on everything from the television to the covers of magazines.... And that's the only thing my Ally sees.

Womanizer Harry: different girl ever night.

She deserves better then that.... She does.

Oh, and we lost X factor....

I've lost everything I have, both halves of me are gone. Without her I am nothing.

I wasn't really into telling people my emotions but I knew keeping them in wouldn't help either. I also knew that if I let them out in anger and fights... That wouldn't be so good. So I started to write. I now keep that journal with me everywhere.

I guard it with my life. I even wrote two songs for her... one all I have is the chorus.

*****And being here without you is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky

Kinda there but not quite

I'm walking around with just one shoe

I'm half a heart without you

I'm half a man at best,

With half an arrow in my chest

I miss everything we do,

I'm half a heart without you*****

the other is the full song called Don't Let Me Go

************Now you were standing there right in front of me
I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe
All of a sudden these lights are blinding me
I never noticed how bright they would be

I saw in the corner there is a photograph
No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you
It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass
This bed was never made for two

I'll keep my eyes wide open
I'll keep my arms wide open

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 I'm tired of feeling alone

I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star
I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand, oh
Seems like these days I watch you from afar
Just trying to make you understand
I'll keep my eyes wide open******

ALLYS POV

"Alright, well we'll be right home in a couple hours, you sure you want to stay home sweetie?" My mom calls up the stairs.

"Yes, I'm fine!" I yell back.

Fine. A word that of its own definition. I find it quite ironic how this word means to feel good but we use it as a cover up when we are actual the complete opposite.

It's been two months. He tried to call me. Like 5 times. But I guess he gave up after awhile, there haven't been anymore calls since then... No texts either.

I tried to call. Around 3 times, separated by two or more days in between. He didn't answer the first time, and the next time it went straight to voice mail, he never bothered to call back.

So for the billionth time this week I dial his number and find my finger lingering over the call button... But I never call.

Zayn and Niall tried to call too, I didn't answer.

I try to distance myself but him and his band are gaining popularity quicker then ever. They didn't win.

I'm sure he's fine though. I've seen him on covers of magazines, many times actually. But there's always something different... Oh that's right, different slut around his neck every time. Apparently he's a womanizer now, I have a hard time believing it.

What happened to Marcel, my marcel?

The little nerd that first showed me around my school, where is he? He would never lead women on, but then again, my marcel is gone and never will return, the glasses are forever gone.

Actually, I found the glasses in my room the other day, his glasses. I considered throwing them away because I couldn't bear the pain that came along with them, but somehow I knew I'd regret it later so I shoved them in the bottom of my drawer, right next to his sweatshirt.

He was my everything, and he just left.

I hope he knows that when he disappeared so did I. I'm here physically but that's it, I'm numb to the world. I gave lost my everything, now I'm nothing.