27 Days

Chapter Two: Keely

Day One

I woke up with sweat beading at my forehead. The darkness of our room, my room, was too much to bear. Switching on the light next to my bed, I reached for my phone. Two missed calls from Anna, my best friend.
The picture on the screen was haunting me as I stared at it longer. Harry had his arm around me and we were both grinning. God. That night.
I swiped the phone's unlock button, and went to call him again. As it rang, my breathing picked up rapidly.
"Hey. It's Harry Styles, sorry that I missed your call. I'll call back as soon as possible, and if you're Keely, I'm sorry I missed you baby. Love you!" The voicemail rang in my ears, and replayed. He hasn't changed it.
"Harry? Please come home. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I miss you. I fucked up, I always do and you don't deserve that. But god damn, I can't live without you. This is ripping my heart out, you're the only person who can make this hell feel like a home." I sobbed, "Please." I put my phone down and reached up to push the hair out of my eyes.

This isn't supposed to be this hard, we were supposed to have it easy. So easy, he was supposed to be my forever and always, like a cheesy movie. Was this it? Was Harry going to give up on this? On us? How can I give up on him so easily when I could barely call him mine?

I'm a shit person, no wonder why he doesn't want to stay. I look around the room we used to share, my clothes are scattered on the floor, his black pants are probably folded in a drawer. That describes us as a couple, entirely, he is so well put together and I'm scattered and messy.

My thoughts were being thrown around in my head, crashing into the walls of my brain. My headache comes slowly, as the tears roll down my cheeks. I can't believe I've fucked up so bad, he won't come back.

I laid back down and slowly cried myself to sleep