One Direction One Shots

Love Killer

“Em, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this anymore,” Harry says to me one day out of the blue.

We were at the park, and my head had been lying in his lap. At his words, I shot up, my eyes wide. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Emily, you know perfectly well what I’m talking about,” he replies, giving me a piercing gaze. “I just think that… That we should see different people; we should take a break.”

“But-but I love you,” I protest weakly, tears stinging my eyes.

“And I love you too,” he replies, taking my hand in his. “I just think that this is for the best. I just can’t commit. I’ve broken so many girls’ hearts; I just don’t want the same thing to happen to you. I’m no good for you, Emily.”

“You know what?” I say, shaking my head as I pull my hand away from him. “Fine. Fine. Goodbye Harry. Have a good life as a love killer. Because I never want to see you again.”

I run away, but to where, I could never tell you because I actually didn’t know; I just let my legs carry me wherever they wanted to go. I stop, panting and leaning against a tree as I attempt to catch my breath. My knees were weak and could no longer hold me up, so I slide down to the ground. I can’t believe it; he said that he didn’t want to break my heart, yet he didn’t realize that he had by saying that. Where had this come from? The Harry I knew would never say something like that. People change, Emily. But Harry was different. Yeah, the same way you thought Sam was “different”. I shudder at the memory, but to no avail. It hits me with full force, vivid as ever.

~*~*~*~

“Hi Sam, sorry I didn’t call; I just-” I stop when I see him and some half-naked slut making out on the couch in the living room. “What the frick?!”

“Emily, it’s not what it looks like,” he pleads as he gets up from the couch.

“You know Sam, I thought you were different. You said you were different; and I actually believed you,” I whisper, shaking my head at the last thing I say. I run out of the house, never once looking back.

~*~*~*~

It may have been short, but that still gave me nightmares. After that day, I had never trusted guys, thinking that they were just going to end up hurting me in the end anyways. But Harry; he got through to me. He broke down my walls and let himself in. Now I realize that I should have made him get out.

I groan, tilting my head back. I needed to get away from all of this; I needed to escape reality. I get up and dust off my jeans, running across the street to the bar. I walk in and take a seat at the counter, asking for some beer. I chug it down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Already I could feel the alcohol affecting me. I drink three more, and by then, I was completely wasted. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I couldn’t walk home; that was too dangerous. I took out my phone and dialed an all-too-familiar number.

“Hello?” he asks warily.

“Harry?” I slur.