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"Harry... do you have to go?" I sob into my hands.
I met Harry at the local saloon. I saw him and he saw me. The moment we locked eyes was the moment I knew I would never love another living soul, but his.
Until World War II broke out and they needed Harry. It's only been three months since we've been together. Since then, we were inseparable.
Taking my hands, he looks into my eyes, "Y/n, I have to fight for our country. If it takes fighting the war for us to meet again, it would be worth it, my love," then, he takes my hands to bring it up to his lips.
"I promise to write you everyday," he looks into my eyes and I nod. It's as if I'm under his spell.
"I'll write you back. I swear it," I bite my lip and lean in to kiss him.
The kiss was filled with bliss and love- as if it was our last day on earth. Harry begins to tangle his fingers into my hair as I rest my hand on his cheek.
"Mmm," He moans out, hesitantly pulling away, "I have to go now, I'll be back before you know it," he smiles adding a quick pinch to my chin.
"I love you," he pecks my lips once more and exits my home.
"I love you," I whisper and head onto my room.
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Six months later
It's been a horrible six months for y/n, and for those six months, she's been waiting for Harry. Suddenly, after two months, he stopped writing, but she never lost hope to see him again.
She heads to the docks, being informed that all the soldiers have been released. Y/n hopes to somehow run into him.
When she arrives, she sees many men walking around with their loved ones, kissing and hugging. Though in the sea of people, she can't seem to find him.
Y/n then spots one of Harry's best friends, "Lou!" She waves and his face lights up.
Wrapping his arms around her, he greets her, "Y/n! How you been?" She feels him tighten his grip around her.
Letting go, she admits, "It's been hard... you know being alone for six months," sighing, she tucks in a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, right. Harry," he mumbles under his breath.
Y/n furrows her eyebrows, "Are you alright?" She asks. Then, with a guilty look painted on his face, he looks up.
"Y-yes," he stutters and looks away.
"Louis, tell me. Is he hurt?" Y/n asks. She attempts to follow his eyes, but he tears his gaze from hers.
With a deep exhale, he explains, "No, but he told me to find you and tell you that when he arrives back... he wants to be left alone with his family. Being with you is a little too much. He's been traumatized by the war," a tear then falls from y/n's eye.
"Oh... Well, send him my love," she sniffs and gently wipes her nose with her fingers.
Resting his hand on her shoulder, he says, "I'm sorry," then drops his hand back to his side.
Shrugging, she continues to keep her head high, "It's quite alright, he needs space," deep inside she's concealing all the betrayal she feels in her heart.
Obviously she was not ok, the love of her life wanted time away from her when he promised to write her. She thought, 'I wasn't in the war anyway. I wouldn't understand.'
"Y/n would you like to go out and have lunch?" Louis offers and y/n nods her head.
"Of course. It'll most definitely keep my mind off of things," she smiles. Then, Louis rests his hand on the small of her back as he leads her to a small cafe.
Four months later
"Louis," y/n giggles againts his lips.
"Shhh now love, the neighbors could hear," Louis hushes her as he lays her back onto the couch.
He then begins to trial kisses down her neck. From out of the blue, y/n begins to rub her heels against his ankle, "I-I think we should take this upstairs," she attempts to speak out.
"None of you are going anywhere," a voice interrupts and y/n gasps, looking around for the voice.
The two properly sit up from the couch to see Harry, "mate? What are you doing here?" Louis pants.
"The question is, what are you doing with my girl?" Harry growls.
Y/n creates a questioned look, "your girl? Harry, you told me to tell her you wanted time away from her. She was upset because you broke her heart!" Louis gently steps off y/n.
"I was eventually going to come back! I knew if I saw you right away, I would've treated you unfairly, compared to the treatment can give you when I'm emotionally stable," Harry argued.
"Right, it's been four months-"
"-why didn't you write me?" Y/n whimpers from the couch.
The two heads face her, "I wrote you everyday for those six months. I told Louis to send them to you, because he was close to the mailman," he informs her. So many thoughts are running through her mind. She has no idea who to believe.
Y/n's eyes widen, "everyday?"
Harry nods, "yes my love, everyday. I told you once I come back to meet me in the salon, where we first met." He looks directly into her eyes. Suddenly, she begins to tear up.
"Y/n are you really falling for th-"
"-Louis...Why didn't I received those letters?" Y/n keeps eye contact with Harry.
Never once in her life did she ever think, out of all the people in the world, Louis, the man who just had his arms wrapped around would manipulate her into loving him. For the months Harry was gone, she was under Louis' spell. All that time she can never get back.
As for Harry, he sensed something was up before the war began. Though, like y/n, he never would've thought of his best friend that way.
"Because I'm in love with my best mate's girl," he blurts out and y/n begins the river of tears.
His love for y/n started when they were only children. Watching from afar, he always admired her. She has such a gentle soul like no other, and like a rare flower, he wanted to protect her. That was until y/n and Harry entwined together with no trace of untangling. Manipulating the two felt like the only way to unravel what they had. Now looking at the people he lost, he wishes to undo what he had done.
"Y/n, do you love him?" Harry asks with worry in his eyes.
She bows her head, "No," she whispers, "Louis... please leave," y/n softly demands.
"Y/n, you d-dont mean that," he pleads and she nods her head.
"My heart belongs with Harry. He would never fool me, like you did to the both of us. Now, please leave," she shakily demands.
Louis bows his head, "When he messes up, just know that I'll be waiting," he whispers and walks out of their lives.
