Blinded by You

Chapter Fifty Two~ Half a Blue Sky

Ellen's POV:

I drifted off to sleep a few times before finally just laying there, silently crying. I knew what is needed to do in order for everyone to be happy.

"Harry," I whispered, rolling over on my side.

"Harry." A sleepy smile spread across his face and he kept his eyes closed, leaning into my hand on his cheek.

"Hi," he sighed, his voice raspy and deep.

"We need to talk," I murmured. Both of his eyes, opened and he had a surprisingly intense gaze.

"That's never a good sign."

"Harry," I sniffled.

"No, Ellen," he replied, his eyes filling with tears as he sat up. "Don't even say it."

"We have to. It's the best thing to do."

"How is it the best thing to do? How is us being apart going to make us happy?" Tears were streaming down his cheeks and I couldn't help but cry as well.

"Harry, you've got to understand."

"I understand this whole thing is bullshit. Please tell me this isn't about earlier."

"It isn't. It's about everything. All the tweets. Pictures, articles, all of the stupid things that have tried to break us and I can't handle it anymore." Lies. It was all lies, but I knew for him to be truly happy, we couldn't be together.

"Why are you letting them win?! I don't want anyone else but you," he sniffled. "That's it, isn't it? There's someone else?"

"No!" I scoffed. "How could you even say that when you were supposedly at this club with some girl?'

"I already told you, that was my cousin. That's different. It was her birthday."

"Harry, I just think it would be beneficial for both of us if we broke up."

"Why?"

"Because of all the bullshit around us.""

"I don't care what people say or think when we're together."

"It's not just about when we're together."

"Then what's it about? Do you not feel loved? Do I not give you enough attention? Am I bad in bed? What? What is it?" he yelled and I looked at his face washed with anger and hurt.

"I don't know Harry!" I yelled back. "I don't know. We're better off apart."

"Why?"

"We just are."

"Bullshit."

"It's not bullshit."

"Why? You give me one good God damn reason why I shouldn't love you anymore and I'll go," he sniffled and I could practically feel the anger in the air. I was silent. I couldn't think of anything but the asinine reasons I had already failed to fill him with.

"I don't love you anymore." I couldn't believe the words had come out of my mouth. Harry had never lied to me and here I was filling his head full of them. Of course I still loved him, I alway would, but I no longer wanted to burden him nor let the media make a mockery of our relationship. There was no way he would ever be happy with me. No way he ever could.

"You don't mean that," he laughed. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me anymore, that's it. I'll go and you'll never hear from me again." Watching as he sat in front of me with a hard expression, I looked into his eyes which pleaded with me not to say it.

"Say it."

My lips began to tremble and I took a deep breath. His vibrant green eyes were glassy and slightly red from the tears he'd shed and I closed my eyes as I spoke.

"I don't love you anymore." And with that, he stood, walked out of the room, and he was gone.