Mine

Ch. 2

I get out of bed to get ready for today, something just doesn't feel right though, but I don't think about that .

I get out ripped black skinny jeans and a plain red V-Neck along with a black pull-over hoodie. I grab my phone and walk into my bathroom. I put on some mascara and brush my hair and teeth, and head downstairs, walking through my empty apartment.

I grab my car keys and head out to Starbucks. I need some caffeine.

Once inside Starbucks, I feel my stomach twist. I get the same feeling that something is wrong, but once again I push the thought out of my busy mind. I have enough on it right now, anyway.

I order my drink and sit down at a table waiting for my drink.

"Alex"? I hear a familiar male voice say my name. I look up and see the one and only, Louis Tomlinson. My eyes widen at the sight of him.

"Louis?" my voice is barley a whisper. I have so many questions going through my head right now.

"Alex" he smiles and walks over to me. As I stand up, he brings me into his arms for a brotherly hug.

Out of all the boys I was always the closest to Louis, besides Harry of course. But Louis was like the older brother I never had. The protective, silly, sweet older brother I never got.

"How are you?" I give him a week smile. It honestly hurts to see him here, standing in front of me, it just reminds me of the look he gave me the day I walked away from Harry, all of them. I lost all contact with the boys 2 months ago.

"I'm good. But look, can we sit down and talk? Please?" I look up into his blue eyes and nod my head. This must be really important. Louis was never the serious type.

"Alex." Someone else calls my name, I look over to the counter and see that my drink is ready, I walk over and grab it after paying.

"Can we go to your place?" I nod my head and walk out with Louis. Whatever he wants to talk about must be really, really important.

"Uh I got dropped off here, so can I ride with you?" Who dropped him off?

"Ya" we both get in the car and I plug in my phone so I can listen to my music. Everything on the radio is so over played.

Louis and I ride in silence other than the music until we get to my place. I unplug my phone and get out of my car with Louis following me.

Once inside my house, we sit down on the couch and drink our Starbucks until Louis speaks.

"It's Harry." It feels like a ton of bricks have been thrown at me. This involves Harry and it's serious. What if he is hurt? What if his mom or sister is hurt? What if-

"He has changed since you left Alex.." Louis not only breaks my thought, but he start new ones.

Changed? How has Harry changed? like a good change, or a horrible change?

"H-how?" my voice isn't even stable now.

"Alex, Harry has been coming home around 3:00 am pissed drink and with a bunch of sluts. He has a drinking problem and he is shutting all of us out. He isn't smiling or laughing, or telling his stupid jokes. He isn't sleeping well when he is sober. He isn't watching movies with us anymore. He just isn't himself. Harry has become broken." He sighs

I feel like a knife has been stabbed through my heart and it's being twisted and twisted as Louis keeps going on. All of this is my fault. Because I wasn't strong enough to keep up with Harry, I have broken him.

I, Alex Smith, have broken Harry Styles. Because I was weak and I was done with everything, I've broken him. Growing up, my mother had always told me a heathy relationship needs some fighting.

And now, I have broken myself in the process. I broke away from the stitches that held my seams together.

After Louis left, I cried. I cried and all I did was cry. That's all I could do. I had held all of my tears in for 2 fucking months. All the tears I have caused myself.

I was the one who wasn't strong enough to go through a screaming match once a month. I was the one who had walked away. I was the one who had broken him, made him do what he his doing now. I was the one who broke herself, while trying to prevent breaking. And I was the one who walked away from the only thing holding me together. It was all me.