Harry Styles Imagines

#Harry#Part3

~Your POV

You left the restaurant as quick as you could. You didn't want to face him any longer. And that little bitch. You ran down a random street, hoping he wouldn't come after you.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Harry yelling your name, heavy footsteps coming closer and closer.

You kept on running, although you didn't know where to go, but you sure as hell wouldn't go back to Harry's and yours.

"Please wait." He continued running after you and soon he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around so you were facing him.

"What Harry?!" You jerked your hand away.

"Please let me explain. It's not what it looked like." He stepped closer, causing you to take one step back.

"Not what it looked like?! Do you think I'm utterly stupid?!" You yelled at him.

"Just lis-." He started, his voice already shaky, but you cut him off.

"No, Harry! You listen. I'm done, ok?" You ran a hand through your hair, thinking about what you said seconds ago.

"No. Please. You don't m-mean that." He stepped close again, his bottom lip was trembling and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. This time you didn't back away. To see him like this was horrible, it felt horrible, but now he knows how you felt just 5 minutes earlier.

"Yes, Harry." You sighed. "Yes I mean it."

"No, please I promise I-." He sounded so desperate, so vulnerable.

"Stop it! I don't want to hear another one of your lies. I-." This time he cut you off.

"That's not a lie. I love you and only you. This girl meant nothing to me. I promise." He whispered the last part and took your hand in his.

"So you're giving me another promise, that you can break, huh?" Your voice was quiet now. "Remember what you promised me 3 days ago? You told me you love me and that I mean the world to you. You promised that today is going to be a special day." You bite your lip, trying to hold the tears back. "Guess what Harry. Today is a special day. The day of our break up." You swallowed the lump in your throat and removed your hand out of his grip. "And don't you dare to come after me." You spoke through gritted teeth.

You took off and didn't look back, you couldn't. If you'd look back, you would break down in tears.

"I love you (Y/N). Everything is gonna be alright again. I promise." You heard Harry's voice from afar.

***

Three weeks. Three fucking weeks. These three weeks were the most horrible weeks in your entire life. Three weeks without Harry. Three weeks without the love of your life.

In the first week, he tried to call you everyday, but you always ignored his calls, so he gave up.

*I'll give you space. As much space as you need. But I love you. And everything will be alright in the end. I promise.*

You got this text from Harry at the beginning of week two.

It was true. You needed space. But how much, dunno. Just time to think about everything, but as hard as you tried to block Harry out of your head, everything reminded you of him. Even a simple water bottle. You couldn't forget him, he was your everything. Well, he kinda is still your everything, but you haven't seen him since this day. It was supposed to be a special day, but because of what happened, you're calling this day 'day X'.

Since 'day X' you're battling with yourself. Your heart wanted you to run back to Harry already the day after. But your sanity wanted you to stay strong and not give in so easily.