Mistakes: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfic *ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE*

Prologue

I've been dating Brian for almost a year and a half now. He's an okay boyfriend I guess. No, I take that back. He's an awful boyfriend. He's a musician just like my ex, Harry. In fact, he's really similar to Harry. He has the floppy, curly hair, green eyes, he's thin, tall...except his personality is way different. Brian became "famous" on America's Got Talent, and he's totally let the "fame" get to his head. He has a huge, lavish apartment, brags about his awards all the time, always lets me know any song he writes is about me (I doubt that), and blows his money on useless items. Plus he has four cars, all convertibles. What kind of person needs four cars all to themselves? Besides, he isn't even that famous. He has one album, but it didn't even make it to #1 on the Billboard country charts. He's only making that much money because of his record deal, but whatever. Brian also has a massive temper. Whenever I do anything he doesn't like, he starts yelling at me. I remember he once hit me across the face. The force was hard enough to knock out one of my molars, and let's just say I spent hours and a lot of money at the dentist getting that fixed. After that whole fiasco, Brian apologized to me and bought me this outrageous diamond necklace that I've never worn. That incident happened at the beginning of our relationship, and I should've broken up with him right away, but I didn't. I was still in the midst of trying to get over Harry, and I thought dating him would help. It hasn't helped whatsoever. I still think about Harry all the time, even though it's been a year and a half. I don't even know where he is or what he's doing. I tried calling his number a few times, but it always goes straight to voicemail. I even tried texting him, but he never replied. I can't send him tweets because all the fans that follow me will think something's up when really it's not. I've seen him in People Magazine and US Weekly. Everything seems the same as when I left. It's like I never existed at all. He never mentions me in interviews when he's asked about ex-girlfriends, and I suppose that's alright. Maybe leaving him was a good thing; I couldn't handle the fame anyway. The fans were crazy and kept sending me death threats all the time, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke up with him. Our relationship had lasted since we were 16, too, so it was hard on both of us. I met him when I was on vacation in England. I went to go buy my mom a cup of coffee from the cafe in the hotel lobby and he was working there. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and gave me his number. I told him I was from America, but he didn't mind at all. We actually made a long distance relationship work for two and half years. He probably hates me now, but whatever. If he would answer my calls, he would still know how much I care about him, and that could change things.