Your POV: It's been 2 months since you and Harry broke up. You still can't believe it. You'd been with Harry longer than anyone else ever before. You know when you just get that feeling like the person you're with is the person you're gonna spend the rest of your life with? Harry was like the sunshine that helped you out of your own sadness. You're sad, depressing, worthless life had a meaning when Harry was a part of it. He helped you out of things you thought you'd never quit...like alcohol and smoking. The only way to escape your life was to druken yourself up so much that you can't remember any problems. It was just easier. But smoking was even worse. Every second you didn't have a cigarette was foreign. You started when you were young and couldn't ever stop. You were addicted. Having a cigarette was as common as breathing to normal people. But that very thing became harder for you to do. Breathing. Who would have thought something as simple as breathing could be hard for someone. When you met Harry, he got you off alcohol and made you go to the doctors to check your coughing problem. They said that your coughing and trouble breathing was due to the fact you've been smoking since you were young. You were told that you had to quit because your lungs were so bad, anymore smoking and you'd end up with lung cancer. Cancer. You were scared. But quitting wasn't easy. Harry was hard on you and you needed it.
You eventually managed to steer clear of any cigarettes since. But when Harry left you, the depression came right back. Luckily your taste buds have acquired a rather sour taste towards any type of alcohol. But when you found your old pack....
Harry's POV: Truth is, I've been thinking about Y/N like crazy. Everything reminds me of her. I'm still in love. Why did I call things off? I'm such an idiot. I need her. I need her back. I immediately open my laptop and search in her name to see if there is any news about her. Of course, it appears in purple since I search her name about once a month....or week. Yeah, week.
'Y/N Y/L/N caught SMOKING near London club'
"What?!" I scream aloud, even though I'm alone. Now to be fair, probably 95% of this shit is absolute rubbish. I click in.
'Y/L/N was caught smoking out near local London club. She reportedly used to smoke as a teenager, but quit (with help of ex-boyfriend Harry Styles of One Direction) after she was threatened with lung cancer.'
"No no no" I say as I scroll down to reveal picture after picture of her with a cigarette in her mouth. I immediately grab my coat and leave my flat.
Your POV: You walked outside and lean up against the brick building. The breeze was strong and the wind was cold. Your hair blew gently through the air. Buttoning up your black peacoat and keeping it wrapped tightly around you, you take out a pack of cigarettes and place one in your mouth. The wind almost blows out the flame on your lighter, but you successfully light your cigarette. Breathing in and sighing out puffs of smoke, you couldn't believe what had become of you. You swore you'd never light one again. But you needed it. You deserved it. But something about about the cigarette - maybe it was just the eastern breeze - or the way the moon was reflecting against your cheekbones - or maybe your rusty lungs - but somehow, someway, the cigarette almost had a sour taste to it. You puffed again. Sour. Rotten. It doesn't taste the same as before. It doesn't calm you down, or give you what you want anymore.
"Y/N" you hear yelled down the allyway. "Y/N, what have I done." Harry approaches you through the dark (no pun intended hah).
"Harry I-" he takes the cigarette away from your dry lips and stomps it into the ground.
"I know I did wrong Y/N, and I know it's been hard on both of us. But I still care about you. Way too much to let you do this."
"Please" you start. "If you really cared you would have been back by now, not just to stop me from smoking myself to the grave."
"I understand you're upset, and the timing is terriable. But you have to trust me. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the moment I left. My heart aches. I don't find any women attractive anymore. The only thing on my mind is you. If you don't want me back, please save me the embarrassment and tell me now...because I love you, Y/N Y/L/N."
"I don't want you back." you tell him. "I do but I can't. You broke my heart once and I can't go through this again. I can't I can't." you start tearing up and run yours fingers through your hair, only to find your hands are filled with hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." you cry into your jacket.
Harry pulls you in and hugs you. He pulls half way out of the hug and stares at you. His green eyes looking into yours. His curly locks blowing in the wind. He leans in and kisses you. You pull back. No. But. Who are you kidding? You love Harry just as much as he loves you. Pushing him away will only make things worse on you. You look into his tense eyes again and instantly see them release as you start kissing him again. He pushes you against the brick. The cold breeze couldn't pass through you two, there was so space in between. The city was like a snowglobe. And the two of you, simply play pieces that would inevitably end up together.
