Harry Styles Imagines

If Ya Love Me Let Me Go

If Ya Love Me, Let Me Go

"Pres!" "Preslea!" He called behind me. "Fuck, Preslea! Wait, dammit!,"he grabs at my hand and I swing around to snatch back. "Don't you dare, touch me!" "What the hell do you want?" I half yell, not wanting anyone to hear us.

He might be "embarrassed" if someone caught us together.

His eyes are tearing up but it's probably all just show. All an act.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out.

"No," I feel the tears coming on but I swallow them back as hard as I can. This is what he wants. He wants to see me cry. "I saw you! Both of you. Together. Don't even pull that shit with me! I'm not up for it! I'm tired-so tired of it. I'm done," I choke out.

He stays silent. "DONT! DONT DO THAT! YOU DONT GET TO CRY HARRY!! WHAT THE HELL!?".

"It wasn't what it looked like! Okay? Toni kissed me. I know I fucked up but please- please you have to believe me-"

"oh like I did last time, and the time before that?" I have to laugh to try and keep myself from crying.

This time, there's no holding them back and I begin to uncontrollably sob.

That stupid whore! She just couldn't stand it! Seeing me happy. Seeing Harry happy. Us being happy.

"Preslea, I've been trying, I'm not perfect but I'm trying, for you."

"I am too," I sob, "b-but I'm just too tired. I-I can't do it anymore.."

"But I love you", god why'd he have to say that?!

He takes a couple steps toward me. "I-" I can't say anything. I start to shake my head. I can't do this. I turn shakily and run as fast as my heart will allow, down the hallway.