Blinded by You

Chapter Fifty Three~ We keep our love in a photograph

Harry's POV:

"You don't mean that," I laughed to keep from crying. "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." On the outside, I was seething with anger and hurt. I couldn't believe that she was saying all of this. My heart was crumbling just like our relationship.

"Say it."

Her lips began to tremble and she took a deep breath. I only challenged her because I knew she couldn't say it and I didn't understand why she was doing all of this.She closed her eyes as she spoke.

"I don't love you anymore." Feeling my heart crumble, shatter and utterly be ripped from my chest, I couldn't let her see me cry. And with that, I stood, walked out of the room, and I was gone. Walking down the stairs, the tears came and they wouldn't stop. I hadn't cried like this since Louis and I had problems with management that led to us breaking up. Now, it wasn't management, it was the world. Getting to my car, it felt like I couldn't breathe. Almost like everything in my life had just been taken from me and I leaned my head against the steering wheel, trying to calm myself. Taking what seemed like a hundred deep breaths in between my sobbing and wanting to go back in the house and tell her I'd never leave her, I finally pulled out of the driveway.

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One year later~

It's been an entire year. Positively the worst year of my life. I still follow Ellen on all my social media accounts and when it broke to the world that we broke up, I stayed from posting on twitter and Instagram for almost six months. I didn't want to post anything, I just wanted to stay away from it all. On Instagram, she smiled, but her eyes said something much different. Going through all of her pictures on Instagram, I saw where she had gone to the beach with her friends, went to some concerts, even had a new boyfriend. A new boyfriend.

Apparently, his name was Dylan and he went to Tennessee as well. He looked really tall. In their pictures, he looked like he was holding the world in his arms and she could fool the four hundred people who liked the picture with that smile, but I knew she was hurting just as much as I was. Tossing my phone on my bed, I ran my hands through my hair with a deep sigh. I was fighting the urge to call her. Call her and cry to her and tell her how much I missed her. Not only her, but her laugh and the way her nose crinkled like a lion's when she would laugh really hard. Her body. Oh god, she was beautiful even if she didn't think so. The curve of her hips, the tiny birthmark she had on her right hip, the scar she had on her torso that stretched to her back. Taking a deep breath as I reminisced, I didn't start crying. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't. My phone vibrated and it was a tweet notification from Ellen. My eyes lit up as I opened my app and read the tweet.

@ellencanniff22: Keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.

@ellencanniff22: I wanna be drunk when I wake up, on the right side of the wrong bed.

My heart was about to burst from my chest. She did miss me and God, good God I missed her. Clicking over to her fan account, my heart managed to crumble even more.

@ellencannofharry: Paint splattered tear drops on my shirt. Told you I would let them go.

@ellencannofharry: It's been a while, but I still feel the same. Fighting the urge to tweet the exact same thing, I clicked to send out a new tweet.

@Harry_Styles: You don't understand, you don't understand, what you do to me when you hold his hand.

The first tweet I had sent out in six months and it had to be to her. If I had to guess, all my tweets would be directed toward her now. Most of the songs on Midnight Memories were. All I thought about was her. No matter how hard I tried, all I could think about was her. Everything we'd been through together, all of our arguments, laughs, kisses, everything. Knowing there was nothing I could do to communicate with her, I ached to. Since our "breakup" she'd published a book, led Tennessee to a national championship, and seemed happy as ever to the world. Our fourth album had been released, we were working on our fifth and we'd just finished our 2015 tour. Every break I got now, I was checking on twitter or Instagram to see if she posted anything. Even if it broke my heart, it was all I had left of her.

Hearing a knock on the front door, I jumped up to open it.

"What's up, Liam?" I tried to smile.

"You're coming out with us."

"Thanks but no thanks."

"We're not taking no for an answer. Shower up, get dressed and let's go."