“I have to let him go,” I whispered softly, speaking my words aloud, tears welling in my eyes. They tasted like soap in my mouth, but I knew without verbalization, I would never truly believe them.
It was the only way to solve this problem. We couldn’t be together, not like he wanted. The fact was a hard slap in the face, no matter how true it maybe. It wasn’t a question of whether I loved him; I knew I did, even if I’d never physically told him so. It was about what the relationship would require, not only from me but from him. It had been doomed to fail since the moment we’d met.
Our worlds were completely different. His filled with Simon Cowell and adoring fans while mine consisted of two jobs and community college. He couldn’t go anywhere along the continent of Europe without being followed by cameras and I couldn’t get one of my fellow class mates to remember my name if I paid them. In three days I would fly back home across the Atlantic to my average life while he remained here in London basking in the life he fully deserved. It was all so clear to me now.
I would have given anything to stay with him but it just wasn’t what was best for either of us. Committing himself to a relationship at his age in his situation was a recipe for heartbreak. Everyday he would be tempted with one beautiful girl to another and with his nature, flirting would be impossible for him to resist. I’d witnessed it myself tonight and each smile and giggle had torn at my heart strings. With the damage one night had done, I could only imagine the pain a whole tours worth would cause. It was best to avoid it all together.
What he needed was the freedom every boy his age should have, the ability to grow and learn who he was without the hindrance of a girlfriend to hold him back. He could never know what he truly loved without first knowing himself and with me that would never be accomplished.
But could I ever truly stop loving him? The flood of tears pouring down my cheeks was proof enough that the answer to the question was no. I’d never felt this way about anyone. I’d never found someone one I’d wanted to give myself over to like this. He’d made me feel more alive and filled with joy than I could ever recall. The laughs, smiles and kisses, I would never trade them for anything. But no matter how much physical pain I endured, I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do what was right for him. I had to let him go.
Sliding down my white bedroom door, I wrapped my arms around my knees and choked out between sobs, “I’m sorry, Harry.”
A/N:
That was the prologue to the story. I hope you end up thoroughly enjoying. I'm excited to see where this story will take me.
I do however have to make this disclaimer, I am indeed American and not familiarized with the sayings and phrasing of Europeans. I will do my absolute best when it comes to it but help would be extremely appreciated.
I hope you all enjoyed this little beginning and stick with me through the rest of the story.
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