Yours Truly, •Harry Styles• *paused*

Chapter 7- No More

Chapter 7:

I'm done. I've seen what I've been doing to people. I'm not going to do this anymore. I'm so sick of hurting people just because I'm hurting. I've learned from past references that we have to sacrifice our own pain for the sake of others. I need to get that into my head now.

I swing the jacket over my shoulders and make sure I have my keys and wallet before walking out into the cold crisp air. As I enter my car I feel comforted by my leather seats that contain memories that I will never forget.

It takes me a moment to re cooperate myself, by I'm reminded that I'm doing this for the best. For myself and Anna.

I've been thinking about everything and my whole life (or what I've lived these past 26 years) is like The Fray's songs or songs by Coldplay. Oddly enough there albums have a happy ending song. Something I hope that will go with my story.

I know I'm breakable right now and I have to be careful with everything I do, but I'm determined. That's what gives me the strength to turn on the ignition and pull out of my driveway. My eyes shift over to the next door neighbor and my eyes furrow at the sight. Two trucks were parked in front of the house.

I've been so caught up with myself I hadn't noticed my neighbors move out. A short brunette walked out onto the lawn surveying the men entering furniture into the structure. Her eyes landing on me, a small hand lifted up to wave.

It takes me a moment to consider reciprocating the act, which I finally do. She turns back around, as crossed over her chest before she walks back into the corridors of her home.

I realize I'm still stationed in the middle of the road, and switch the gears. I'm driving down the road, but no lead to where I'm heading. Aimlessly turning at stop signs, I end up at a coffee shop. Couples, parents, and kids swing in and out of it.

I let out a silent huff before exiting the confines of my car. The brisk, coffee scented air filling my nostrils. I have missed this in an unexplainable way.

The door was held open for me by an elderly woman who sent me a small smile before proceeding in walking hand in hand with her, I assume, husband.

A small ache in my chest demands to be felt as I stare at the older couple. Images of the curly haired blue eyed girl pop into my mind as the hole in my chest grows larger. I try to force my eyes to look another way, but they stay locked on them.

The only thing that brings me back from my mind is a clearing of a throat. I was blocking the way to the entrance. I mutter an apology before making my way inside.

**

"I should have told you I was coming. I didn't mean to wake you up." I tell Niall feeling a little guilty for disturbing him of his slumber

"Don't worry about it. So," The hesitation in his voice is evident. "How've you been?"

The question is left hanging in the air for a.moment while I think about it.

"I'm.. better." The answer is partly true, but I wouldn't want to worry my friend.

"That's good to hear." A silence follows both of us not knowing what to say. What is there to say? I glance over at the Irish lax.and his eyebrows are knit together in thought.

"Harry. I know you probably think that the reason for our.. break up was you. All of us decided on that. It's not your fault. None of the boys and I want you feeling guilty. We wanted to do it." Sincerity is laced in the tone of his voice.

"But Niall, if I hadn't gone into zombie mode, you wouldn't have had to make a decision about that. I ruined your careers." My agitation and frustration is growing by the second, but it isn't directed at Niall or any of the other boys. It's at me.

"Stop. Just stop Harry. You're going through a hard time and you don't need to be stressing about this stuff. We just want you to know we don't blame you for anything." I nod not wanting to argue anymore.

We stay quiet for a moment before I hear footsteps walking toward me and the couch slanting down with the weight of another.

"It's good to have you back Harry."

short sorry I know!