Ditched (a Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 30

***Harry's P.O.V.***

It's been a week since Elizabeth left and I still haven't heard from her. Not that I actually expected her to pick up the phone when I called, but I couldn't help but have my shoulders slump a bit more every time I only got her voicemail. Each time I only hung up afterwards because I had no idea of what I should say. God, I messed up so badly and I was never going to make this up to her. It drove me insane to just think about it, and whenever I wasn't around the boys I would let a few tears slip out. I felt like a total a**, and I guess I am.

I reverted back to my old ways and I hurt the only girl that I actually loved. Sure, I liked the girls that I dated before I became what the media called me, but there was just something more to Elizabeth. It had only taken a few days to see that and less than a month to fall completely in love with her. It her so much to know that I could do something so vile to someone I love, but I guess the media was right; I was only after one thing.

As much as I wanted to blame it on the drinking, I knew that it was my fault for getting out of hand with the drinking. None of it would've ever happened if I had just stopped myself after the first drink. That didn't matter though, because no matter how much I lamented over what I had done, she wasn't coming back. As much as I wanted to be mad at her for leaving when she promised not to; I couldn't because I probably would've left too if I was her.

I just felt so lonely through out the whole week. Louis left the flat when I was out at the airport trying to get to Elizabeth and when I came back it was too quiet in the house. In fact, while I sat there thinking about that day, I let out a rueful laugh when I remembered how I had almost called to see if Tina would come over. Would've been another stupid things to add to my list of stupidity. I mean really, how much worse could this get?

I pulled out my phone for the billionth time that week and dialed the all too familiar number. It rang for the full time, a sign that she had gotten tired of just denying the calls and was now just ignoring the sound all together, and then played her voicemail which didn't even have her voice in it. Just a machine generated voicemail. For once, I had the courage to actually say something.

''Elizabeth, it's Harry. I guess you already knew that though. I'm really, extremely sorry for what I did, and I know that that will never be enough; but I'm going to keep saying it until I can find another way to make it all up to you. I wish you would answer; I would die just to hear your voice again. I love you so damn much, Elizabeth.''

Beep.

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''Don't you agree, Harry?'' the interviewer asked.

I looked at him, not hiding the fact that I had no idea of what had just been said. I had been in and out of thought through the entire interview, and I had missed a lot of things. Every now and then I would come back to reality to hear everyone laughing around me and I would give a sad little smile. The only one just as out of it as me was Louis, though he seemed a bit happier than I did. He had been that way for the past couple days and I had no idea why; though I figured it had something to do with the fact that, after tomorrow, we were on break. ''What?'' I wondered.

''Are you alright, Harry?'' the interviewer questioned with a concerned look on his face.

I thought about that question for a moment, mulling it over in my brain until it hurt to think about it. Was I alright? It had been about a week since I left the voicemail on Elizabeth's phone and there had been no reply. I had expected that, but it didn't make it hurt any less. ''No,'' I answered after the pause was over and I had came to the conclusion that I was, in fact, not alright.