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He’s been ignoring me for days now. Only speaking to me if necessary. I’m sick of it. I keep asking what the problem is but he won’t tell me. I’ve told Niall all this, my closest friend in the band, but he says Harry’s given him the cold shoulder as well. In fact, everytime I go to see Niall, Harry only seems to get angrier at me. This has to all be connected somehow and I need to find out why.
“Harry, we need to talk," I said, turning off the game he was watching on TV. He groaned,
“I was watching that." “What’s your problem, huh?" Harry only rolled his eyes and laid back on the couch to prove his disinterest. “You can’t ignore my forever, Harry Styles, now answer my question," I hissed, fighting off my temper as best I could. He stood from the couch and walked over to a pile of magazines, pulling one out from the center. He threw it in front of me then walked off into the kitchen. “Page 18," he said, looking through the fridge. I flipped through the pages and came across a picture of Niall and I at the movies last week , my head rested on his shoulder as we shared popcorn. The headline, "(Y/N) going in Two Directions?!" “Har-" “19, as well." Page nineteen had a picture of Niall kissing my cheek near Dunkin Donuts where we met up a couple weeks ago. Ok, I can understand how these would be mistaken for romance but that’s just how Niall and I act around each other. We’re such close friends, we don’t really think twice or much about doing that kind of stuff. Unfortunately, media twisted that into cheating. “Harry, I know these pictures look like I’m cheating but I’m not. You have to understand, this is just how-" “You know what, the fans are right. You’re a slut, (Y/N)! A bitchy, stupid, two-timing tramp, that’s what you are! You go around breaking guy’s damn hearts just for the hell of it, fucking with their feelings well I don’t give a shit about you anymore. I’m done with you, hear me. DONE," he snarled. Tears were impossible to hold back. Speaking wasn’t even an option because I would break down. I ran out of the house and just kept running. No where in particular, I just needed to run. Get away, you know? I didn’t even want to go to Niall’s house because that would make the matter so much worse. I went to the little run down motel about 16 blocks down- 16 blocks? Have I really run that far?- because that was all I could afford with the money in my wallet. I unlocked the door to the half decent room and curled up in the thrown together bed to sob myself to sleep. After what felt like crying for hours on end, I drifted into a deep sleep, reminded of Harry in every dream and nightmare. I woke up the next morning to my phone vibrating. 8am, Harry’s caller ID popped up on my phone. I chose to ignore it but I couldn’t resist listening to the voice mail. “Hey, (Y/N). Look, I was completely out of line yesterday. I didn’t mean a word I said, I was just worried about losing you and I thought if I broke up with you, I’d save myself a heartbreak. That didn’t work anyway. It still kills me, the thought of losing you, if I haven’t already. God, I hope not. I really really hope not. I know you’re not cheating, the magazine just got to my head. Please tell me where you are, I’m worried sick. I love you so much (Y/N), I’m so sorry." I called him back and told him where I am. He rushed down and to my room. He barged through the door the second I unlocked it. "(Y/N), I’m so sorry, I-" “Shhh," I hushed, raising a finger to his lips gently, “It’s ok, I love you, too." He smiled wide and kissed me with everything he’s got. “I love you so much, never ever leave me please." "Wouldn’t dream of it," I assured.
