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Chapter 33

Tatum's POV.

A wave of relief was instantly washed over me when the word finally slipped from my mouth. I never had the intention of telling someone, especially Harry. But fate works in mysterious ways, I guess.

The knit in his eyebrows told me that he was confused, and I didn't know how I was going to explain this to him. "What do you mean by that?" He questioned me, breaking the grip he had on my hands.

I shook my head, backing away from him. I took my seat back on my bed and tried shutting the conversation down. But Harry wasn't having it, "Tatum, talk to me." He sat down next to me and pulled me over to sit in his lap. I struggled to break free of his hold, but like always, it was no use. His strength overpowered mine by a long-shot.

"Harry, let me go." I pushed his arm slightly, but considering my physical state, I failed miserably.

"Not until you talk to me, Tate." I cringed at the nickname, I didn't allow anyone but Ariana and my father to call me that.

"Don't call me that," I warned him, burying my face in my hands.

"Okay..." He trailed off, clearly not knowing what to say next. Which would definitely be the first for him.

"I just want to be alone, please just go." I tried again to push his arms away from me, but they didn't budge. "Harry, please." I sighed, exhausted at the effort I had to put into this.

"Fine," he loosened his grip enough for me to crawl away from him. I brought my knees to my chest and just watched him as he made his way back to his bed.

"So, I guess you've made your choice." He ended the conversation with. I couldn't help the tears that managed to escape past the brim of my eyes. It was really over. Harry and I were really over. I knew it was going to take me a awhile to grasp the concept of it all, but I had to start getting use to the fact that we could never work...no matter how hard we tried. It was better this way.

"I know your image of love has kinda been distorted, but what we had was real...at least to me it was. I thought we were going to make it, but I was wrong. And I'm sorry for wasting your time. Just know, I'll always love you, Tatum Marie." I could hear the hurt and disappointment clear in his voice, but it didn't change how I felt. I love him, God do I love him, but we're just two completely different people that just aren't meant for each other.

"Harry, you didn't waste my time. I'm glad I got to spend the time that I did with you. You made live worth living, with you it was a non-stop adventure. You were spontaneous, I was always on the edge of my seat with you. I loved the thrill of it all. You were my first everything; first kiss, first ya' know, and my first love...I'll always remember you. And you'll always have a special place in my heart." I wipe away a few stray tears. I stared over at him waiting for him to interrupt, but when he never did, I continued talking. "We just aren't meant to be. I'll always love you, but it's time we call it quits." I sighed, as I let the words finally fall from my mouth.

He nodded. He stood to his feet and my eyes widen when he walked over to me. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the one for you." And with that, he kissed my forehead and made his way back over to his bed.

"Me too," I shyly smiled over at him before extending my body and faced the window in the room. I could see the tony pedestrians walking along the sidewalk, along with a few bicyclers. I saw cars speeding down the street and I instantly missed the freedom that I once had. I had no idea how long I had been cooped up in this hospital, but either way, it's seemed like far too long.

I wanted to be able to roam the streets, freely. I wanted to be able to go wherever I want and not have my life threatened. And I was hoping this breakup was going to be my ticket out of the harassment.