THE END OF A LONG RUN
Harry
"Harry, we need to talk." Angie says through the line, she's being awfully quiet. My heart starts to race, I'm just glad I'm sober for this.
"What's up, Angie?" I say, I'm actually really scared to know the answer.
Soon, I just hear Angie sobbing in the other line, my chest tightens. It feels like someone's physically squeezing my heart.
"Lately." She starts, "I've been unhappy." She reveals and my heart drops. That's the phrase I've never wanted to hear, ever. And coming from my own girlfriend, it hurts even more because I can't make her happy.
"How so?" My heart is so close to dropping. I'm pacing back and forth in my living room trying my hardest not to break a vase.
"After these constant lover's spat that we can never recover from, I can't seem to be happy. Harry, I want to be happy. I should be. You made me the happiest girl and lately I haven't been happy." She says through her sobs, my eyes start to tear up and I'm just walking back and forth, running my hands through my short hair.
"What have I done?" I ask,
"Nothing. It's me. I can't seem to be happy in this relationship."
"I'd be lying if I said that I don't feel the same." I finally said it.
Lately, I haven't been happy too. I really want to be happy, she's the best thing that has happened to me. She's been there through the rough times. She's been there for me when Zayn left the band. She's been there through all the stress being in One Direction caused me. She's been there for me when I was at my lowest. She's been there when I was at my highest. Angie was always there for me. But again, after our spat in July, it has been hard to recover from it. We've been distant from each other and it pains me that I can't make her happy anymore.
"You're unhappy." She says it as if it's a statement, not a question.
"Yeah," I mumble and I feel a tear roll down my cheek.
"I'm sorry if I can't make you happy." She sobs, even hearing her sobs breaks my heart. I just want to hug her and try to make it better, but that's never going to happen. How am I going to make her feel better when I can't even make her happy.
"No, baby. You make me so happy. But our situation is making me unhappy. I just don't know what to feel anymore."
"You made me the happiest and luckiest girl ever, Harry. I'm so thankful I've fallen in love with you and I loved you." Loved.
"Loved?" I ask,
She doesn't reply. I hear her cry but she doesn't respond. She doesn't love me anymore?
"Harry, I will always love you. You know that." She finally says and tears are just spewing their way out of my eyes.
"If we love each other so much, why is it so hard for us to be happy?"
"Maybe it's because we've got other things to prioritise." She pauses, "Maybe we aren't ready." She huffs.
I want her. I want to be with her but why do I have this gut feeling that I won't be with her. She's my everything. She's my lifeline but lately after everything, it's just been hard. I know deep down in my heart we're meant to be together. I know that I love her so much but if it means we're not ready, then we're not ready. If it means we have to see ourselves out of our relationship, then I guess so be it? The thing is, I never want to let her go. Maybe she feels the same.
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