Secrets

Broken Pieces

Harry's POV

This past year has ruined my life. I'm stuck in a hole, with no possible way out. The walls surrounding me are too high to climb, I've lost all hope of escaping.

It happened so fast. I lost everything, everyone, in a blink of an eye.

I always question myself on how I ended up like this. The answer takes a piece of my heart every time I think about it. Crack after crack formed, bit by bit broke away, leaving my heart a shattered mess.

Opening up to someone, will only break you. Caring for someone deeper than ever imagined, will only let you down in the end. You can't change what is meant to happen, no matter how much you want to, no matter how unfair it is.

I invested all of my time, all of my heart in one person, everything falling apart in the end.

My world came tumbling down, not slowly over time, but all at once.

How is it possible to fall in love with some one so quickly?

I will never know. It could be that I looked past every flaw, highlighting every detail I loved so dearly.

She was my everything. That is what hurts the most. Knowing every second we spent together would be taken away in the end, rips me to shreds.

The last day we spent together, was like any other day. Neither of us knew what was coming that would break us apart for the rest of our lives, or at least I didn't.

She was gone too soon. She was gone faster than a blink of an eye, I guess it was simply her time to go.

When she left, she took everything with her, not even leaving a chance to say goodbye.

Since then, the days have passed ever so slowly, each hour bringing more pain than the last.

Heartbreak is the hardest thing to overcome, it using all of your energy to dwell on the past.

I feel empty inside, hollow even.

Is it humanly possible for one to have nothing inside?

I believe it is, me being one of the victims.

I have been sent to therapy, the boys have tried to bring me back to my old self, I have even been taking depression medicine.

Nothing helps, nothing will ever help. There is no cure for this. No escaping.

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Yesterday I felt something I haven't felt in a while. I can't quite put my finger on what it was, the foreign feeling taking me by surprise.

We arrived at the studio early in the morning, being told we would be there most of the day.

Exhaustion was clearly written all over my face from the restless night before. I couldn't think straight, sorrow being my only thought as usual. The boys try so hard to cheer me up. I feel for them, I really do. They put their best effort forth, desperately wanting me to get out of this low. Even though I can't bring myself to show it, I appreciate them more than they will ever know.

Fresh air is what I need. Excusing myself from the room, I make my way to the lobby.

As I am walking, the smell of coffee fills my nostrils, warming my body instantly.

"Ugh" I hear a small voice groan as I walk by the coffee bar.

Looking over, I notice a petite girl examining the mess of coffee cups she has made. The look of frustration is clear on her face with her nose scrunched, eyebrows knitted together, and her lip slightly poked out causes me to chuckle.

Now that is something that I haven't done in a while.

I didn't realize how intently I was staring at her until she speaks up.

"You know, you could help."

"Or I could stand here and watch you." A voice I don't recognize as my own comes out clear, confident even.

It takes not only her, but myself by surprise when she turns around, trying her best to glare at me.

She was so beautiful, she had such an innocent look. Her long blonde hair was freely cascading down her back. Her eyes were so blue, like the ocean, they were breathtaking.

Her face was priceless as she stared at me, shock covered her features.

"Surprised at what you see?"

Who was I? I cannot even imagine what my face looks like, or what I sound like. I probably seem cocky.

Something in her eyes changes, they become a shade darker.

"No, not at all." She replies harshly.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her angry.

"Woah, no need to get mad babe."

It was almost as she was paralyzed in that moment, she didn't move a muscle. Her face lost color, her eyes grew wider, and her mouth was slightly open.

"Are you alright, love?" I reach to touch her arm, to try to comfort her. It almost looks as she is not alive.

"Don't touch me." She spits before I even got the chance to.

She turns sharply on her heel, walking away quickly.

"Nice to meet you"

Who ever this girl is, she made me feel alive again. The way I acted, things I said, that was how I acted before all of the depression came along.

I didn't know the girl, or anything about her, but I felt like I needed to. She could be the one to fix me.