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The air was crisp, and the wind was subtle. My fingers were intertwined with Harry's. The smile on my face grew bigger and bigger at the thought of having Harry Edward Styles as my boyfriend.

Let me clarify. Most girls wouldn't stop to talk to him. Because he's very awkward. But for me he is perfect. His green eyes compliment my brown. His beautiful brown curls, magnify my stick straight blonde hair. He loved me, and I loved him.

"Babe, I want some ice-cream" I pleaded, looking up at his tall body. He took a glance at me and led me to the ice-cream stand within the park. He didn't seem himself, but I wasn't too concerned. He is probably tired, sense he was over my flat late, yanno, having fun.

"I want chocolate!' I beamed. He looked down at me and smiled a half smirk.

"A chocolate cone for the lady." Harry's voice was very hoarse and deep. Kinda turned me on.

"Thanks babe" I spoke these words in not just meaning to the ice-cream, but to him, personally. For supporting, and being there for me. I am such a cheese ball!

"So what next?" I asked Harry in a perky tone. He replied with nothing. It was like talking to a brick wall with him today. Something was off. And it's not just because he's tired.

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"Whats on the telly?" I yell to him from the kitchen. I was preparing tea for us. Since after the ice-cream, I've had a chill.

"Nothing really." Harry replied in a hushed tone. Something was definitely up. I make my way to the couch he was sitting on and cuddle up next to him. I try to kiss him, but he turns his cheek. I adjust myself so I'm not as close. I glance at the curly-haired boy sitting on my couch.

I look over at him. I can see in his eyes thats somethings wrong. Something I may not want to know.

"Harry, is there something on your mind?" I place my legs beneath me.

He just shook his head, staring blankly at the television screen, where Finding Nemo is being played. I took the remote in my hand and turned it off.

I sighed. "Do you want to talk about it? Or-"

"There is nothing to talk about!" His harsh voice split through the silent air which set me aback.

"You've been doing this all day." I reason. "I just wished you'd talk to me."

"You wouldn't understand." He growled.

My lips pursed. "Try me, Styles."

“I want to break up.” He replied abruptly.

This sent my whole body rigid. Why would he want to break up with me? Everything is going so well.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to speak, but it came out in a whisper. “Why?”

He stared at his hands. “I can’t explain.”

“So you just want to end it without giving reason?” A tear rolled down my cheek and I swiped it away with the back of my hand.

“Does there always have to be a reason, Sky?”

I cocked my head to the side. “There’s always reason.”

“Well not this time.” Harry stood up and stormed out of my flat. The sound of the slamming door and his harsh tone lingered in my mind.