Harry (Your POV) – “Are you going to be okay?” Y/BF/N asked as you sniffled down the phone. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you murmured, “I’m just really going to miss him.” You wiped your eyes quickly to stop tears from spilling down your cheeks. “I know you are, but you’ll still talk to him all the time! And you’ll have me!” she replied and you managed to crack a small smile. “Yeah that’s true, you can come over all the time when he’s gone, I’ll be really lonely,” you replied, giggling as you did. “I can’t wait, anyway, I have to go but call me when you’re home from the airport? We can order takeout or something tonight?” “Okay, sounds good, see you later,” you replied before hanging up the phone. You wandered through to the living room where Harry was sitting watching television. “Are you ready to leave?” you asked as you sat down next to him. “Yes,” he replied bluntly but you chose to ignore his harsh tone. You tried to cuddle into him but he pulled away. “Are you okay?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together and he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know Y/N, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked.
His POV – I went through to the kitchen to find Y/N so we could spend my last half hour in the flat together. I walked into the kitchen and she was facing the window and talking on the phone. I stood and admired everything about her, wanting to remember every single detail of the way she looked. I couldn’t bear to think about the fact that I wouldn’t see her for three months. “Yeah, that’s true, you can come over all the time when he’s gone, I’ll be really lonely,” she giggled and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I immediately walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. I sat down on the couch and held my head in my hands as my heart hammered inside my chest. How could she do this to me? I wasn’t even out the door yet and she was already planning having other guys in the flat. My stomach churned at the thought and I did my best to swallow the bile I felt raising in my throat. I heard the door open behind me so I sat back and did my best to calm down. I didn’t know how I was going to handle the situation yet and the last thing I wanted was for her to be able to see how upset I was. “Are you ready to leave?” she asked sweetly as she sat down next to me and it took all of my strength for me to not get up and move across the room. I didn’t want her anywhere near me. “Yes,” I replied and I could see from the look on her face that I had done a terrible job at keeping my tone neutral. She then tried to cuddle into me and without even thinking, I moved away. I could see the pain from the rejection in her eyes but I didn’t care because it wasn’t even a fraction of the pain that I was feeling. “Are you okay?” she asked softly and I could feel my calm slowly wearing away. “I don’t know Y/N, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked and she raised her eyebrows at me. “I don’t know…” she replied slowly and I stood up and walked across the room, rubbing my face in my hands and then tugging at my hair in an attempt to calm down. It didn’t work. I turned around and slammed my fist into the living room wall causing blood to start dripping off of my knuckles almost immediately. “Harry what the fuck?” Y/N said, jumping off of the couch and walking towards me. “Y/N, stay the fuck away from me,” I spat at her and her eyes widened. “What the fuck did I do?” she asked, shocked and I let out a small chuckle. “I heard you,” I replied and she raised her eyebrows at me. “Heard me what?” she asked, clearly confused. “I heard you on the phone Y/N,” I replied, “’you can come over all the time when he’s gone, I’ll be really lonely,’” I mimicked and her jaw fell open. “Harry…” she began but I interrupted. “Don’t bother Y/N. While I was away on tour, missing you every single minute of every single day you were going to be whoring around behind my back,” I yelled and she opened her mouth to speak again but I didn’t let her. “Do you know what? I’ll drive myself to the airport,” I grabbed the car keys, thankful that I’d already put my stuff in the boot so I could just leave. “Harry please listen to me,” she said, tears now streaming down her face but I didn’t want to hear it. I stormed outside and she followed me, crying her eyes out now. I slammed the car door shut and drove away, leaving her crying on the front step.
