Harry's POV
"Harry, why did you say I wasn't aloud back??" She eyes, grey as grey can be, they use to be brown but they change when she is mad or sad.
"It....well..... Our relationship wasn't working for me and I was seeing other people while you were at home or getting food." My teary eyed, eyes look from the floor to her too teary eyes.
"Why?? I told you I never wanted to be from you and you do this to me! Why??"
"We weren't having a lot of you know.. Umm. We didn't fuck like we use to. I just didn't want to hurt you so I said management didn't want to see you with us."
"You'll get what you want. Goodbye, Harry." She grabs her bag that she hung up just a few hours ago, and starts packing what she can fit in there and walks out.
"Louis!? Can you get the rest of my stuff out of the room upstairs, please that would mean a lot" I hear her say.
Louis gives me a glare and grabs what he can with both of his hands and leaves.
I did I have to make something up? I mean I could've said something like, nevermind, I spoke the truth I'm not lying to her or any of the lads anymore. My parents didn't raise me to be a liar, they raised be to be a STYLES. I think this s it for a while and I mean for a while. I have to get to know the old me and not the wanting to fuck every 2 minutes. I have to change for my mum, the lads and Janie.
I walk out of Janie's once room and down the what seems long hallway. It seems empty, very empty. My still teary eyed eyes look up and down the walls, touching the smooth, flat surfaces, I come across the picture of me and Janie. That picture was the first time we met, at the signings, she was so nervous me rubbing her back didn't help.
She was shaking like an earthquake has takin' over her. The picture is ripped now, probably from Louis or Zayn or possibly Janie. I only have the part of my face and somewhat of a body. My shaking hands grab the picture frame and smash it against the wall making the glass break and letting the picture fall to the ground. A couple tears have fallen into the mess.
I haven't cried since the Red Nose Day. When I heard some of their stories, I never cried that hard nor have I cried like that in my whole life.
Maybe, Janie's right, we aren't meant to be. Or maybe, just maybe I can fix this mess.. No. I'm not fixing this, I have to let it play out.
"Who tore our picture??" I ask while walking down the stairs and into the game room, where everyone was.
"I did. I should've known. You did it for that." Louis pointed his finger to my dick.
"Just tell me why you did it? No actually don't tell me, she's better without you anyway. I hope you go through hell for the next few days, weeks, or even months." All the lads look at me with go to hell looks.
"I don't care, I have someone already." I throw back at them.
"The media's true, they really got something right for a change, player." Zayn says, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dials a number, "you coming lads?"
"Yeah."
Louis' POV
"Who we calling, mateee?" I drag out mate to cheer up the lads but that didn't help at all.
"Janie, we need to talk to her about everything that's going on." He says giving the phone to me.
"Why do I have to call? I love her and all but why can't you or Niall call?"
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Started with a Text (a Harry Styles fanfic)
Fanfiction"Harry, why did you say I wasn't aloud back??" She eyes, grey as grey can be, they use to be brown but they change when she is mad or sad. "It....well..... Our relationship wasn't working for me and I was seeing other people while you were at home...
