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Harry Imagine for @bahar16

Harry Imagine for Bahar! I hope you like it. :)

**Bahar's P.O.V.**

“Bahar, can we talk?” Harry asked, stumbling into the kitchen with wandering eyes and a nervous expression.

I sighed, knowing what this was about. “Which of my things did you and the boys break today?”

“What? No nothing. That’s not it. Sit down please, Bahar.”

Hesitantly, I sat down at the island, keeping an eye on the water I was boiling to make pasta. Harry sat across from me, wringing his hands.

“Look, Bahar, you’re a fantastic girl, and you’re an amazing girlfriend,” Harry started, and I inhaled sharply, clearly seeing where this was going.

“Harry, don’t,” I whispered, but Harry plowed on, ignoring my plea.

“But I don’t think it’s working anymore, Bahar. I’m so sorry,” he replied, his voice breaking as he looked at me sadly.

I nodded my head slowly. I always knew this day would come deep in my heart. I wasn’t famous. I didn’t have a whole lot of money, not like Harry. I was going to college and holding a part-time job at the same time, so I wasn’t always able to be with Harry all the time. But that was way, way, way deep down. I didn’t actually think it’d come true.

“Bahar, please, say something.”

“What do you want me to say, Harry?” I said quietly, glancing up at Harry with tearful eyes. He winced when he saw my tears and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

“Say you forgive me. Or that we can be friends still,” Harry begged, staring at me so intently that I thought he was going to burn a hole through my face with his eyes.

I sighed. “Of course we can be friends, Harry. I still love you.” He winced again when I said that last bit, and I cursed myself silently. He probably thought I was being sarcastic now or make him try and feel guilty. I mean, technically, he should feel guilty. He’s breaking my heart here.

“Can I at least ask why?” I spoke up, twirling my fingers together in front of me on the counter. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you. It’s me. I mean it!” he defended when he saw my doubtful expression. Those two lines were used way to many times in breakups! “I just don’t feel anything with you anymore, you know?”

My head perked up at the sentence, and I narrowed my eyes to slits. “What do you mean by that?” I hissed, and Harry shifted nervously, realizing he had revealed something to me that he didn’t mean to. “Are you breaking up with me because of another girl?” I gasped, and Harry reluctantly nodded. “Well who is she?”

Harry shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”

I nodded, a nod that signified that I got the answer I wanted, but that I wasn’t happy about it at all. “Fine,” I said, standing up and stomping away to the bedroom Harry and I shared. I quickly grabbed my necessities (my toothbrush, a few clothes, my phone, charger, purse, money, etc.) and ran back downstairs.