pt.19

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In the middle of 'bright' looked at him and was staring at the tv laughing at something ward had said.

He seemed to had enjoyed this movie he laughed his real laugh this whole time.
i smiled and layed my head down looking at the ceiling then something came into my head .
he's famous..?

how is he famous what the frick.
how come i've never seen him anywhere or that band.
what the frick
i grabbed my phone and looked up one direction on youtube.

and my heart stopped. he was literally on the thumbnail with about 91.9m views.
i shut my phone off and looked over at him and he was peacefully smiling at the tv.

i turned my phone on and clicked on "history" and it started playing and i turned it down some i didn't want him knowing.

tears started flowing down my face why would he keep this secret from me?
i looked up harry styles on google and saw some stuff of us from today by his car kissing

"harry styles spotted with a girl today at the mall in california kissing a girl at his car, could be his girlfriend we don't know!! but i'm pretty sure we upset some fans" my chest literally hurts and i feel like i'm bouta die.

there's literally comments under my pictures talking about how ugly i am and harry deserves better.
he does... i know
i can't do this anymore..

i couldn't hold my cries in anymore

"h-harry i-i can't do this a-anymore"i cried and he looked at me horrified.

"what do you mean"he said sitting up moving his hair scooting closer to me and i scooted back.
"baby what the fuck are you talking about" he asked and i just cried i couldn't talk.

i can't believe this, omg i'm so scared
"i can't fix this if your not talking haylen.talk to me" his voice was calm and soft he stood ,standing up in front of me.

i handed him my phone disgusted (ik) scooting back taking my hair out the bun.
"baby i-"

"no w-we shouldn't be t-together anym-m-ore"i mumble sobbing.

"nonono baby don't break up with me, i-i can't live without you haylen i swear it, i said as his breathing fasten.

"why didn't you tell me, t-that's disgusting , they have us on their kissing a-a-nd there's a lot of girls calling me ugly and stuff i-i mean i know i am b-but that's just rude how could some random girls just say that they don't even know me you deserve so much better h-harry like the-y sai-d" i hurts so bad i just can't stop .

"haylen i'm sorry so sorry i-i you can't leave me. please . i left the group cause i wanted to be with you haylen i swear i just couldn't go on tour with them all the time for like months being away from you haylen please you can't leave me i-i don't know what to do without you haylen" he said flipping his hair .

i shook my head crying
"you c-can quit your music caree-r for an ugly g-girl y-your lying i-i don't want to be in a relationship with people constantly watching everywhere you go it-it's weird " i cried coughing
he sighed (ik)
"fuck- haylen don't leave me please we can work this ou-"

"no i'm sick of forgiving you for everything even when wee wearnt dating harry i-i can't do this it's too much " i cried and he grabbed my face gently.

"please anything i'll do anything just dont leave me " he said looking into my eyes i can't..
i shook my head and he kissed my lips and i obviously kissed back "i can't harry" i said pulling away.

"they said i-i-i wasn't good enough f-for you i'm ugly ha-rry j-just go" i sobbed and he held me in his arms while i cried .

"j-j-just go"

"shhhhh your crying to hard. are you having like panic attacks or something"
i nodded putting my head on his chest.

"i figured you have em every time you cry?" i nodded again.

my head hurts i feel so sick. it's like a big chunk of me is missing i feel so weak and empty.
"i need you " he mumbled "i-i c-"
"i know"

i cried for about few minutes then calmed down closing my eyes .
i don't wanna leave him.. at all i'm so in love with him. i just don't like him keeping things from me, that's the most hurtful thing ever.

i know he isn't supposed to tell me everything in his life but he should have a least informed me about it.
"do you want me to go" he asked.
do i?

i nodded "y-yeah i just want time" i whisper looking up at him. he's so beautiful .
why does he even like me? he should go for someone way more beautifuler.

he nodded and kissed my forehead "alright " he said barely above whisper i got up and he sat there staring at me for a bit.

"what" i mumbled and he looked down holding the bridge of his nose and got up putting his shoes on and i stood there, watching.
tears fell and i started sobbing .

"it's okay we're gonna be okay. it's only a break up. your fine" he mumbled hugging me and i held onto him tightly.

a few minutes i let go getting back in bed i bit my lip watching as he left my room.
i looked at the ceiling and sighed why did i just do that?
i'm so stupidddd.

i grabbed my phone , looked up one direction and watched a couple of music videos.
diana was my favorite along with fools gold & heart attack &&& over again && right now.

oh my gosh history was recent just a couple of months ago..
frick is it my fault i let his fans down he probably would've still been in group

"goshh please come back" i whisper to myself hoping he would walk through my room door.

i miss him so much oh my gosh.
i grabbed my phone and texted him.

M-come back please...
H-omw
relief flew over me.
the door opened and his face was red and his hair was sticking to his face kinda.

i leaned up and as he walked over to my side of the bed and he hugged me.
"i'm s-sorry" i whisper and he nodded sniffling but i couldn't see his face it was in my neck.

i pulled it out and looked at his face and he had a few tears running down. my heart stopped once again.
"s-stop crying p-please" i mumbled looking into his now reddish green eyes (ik).
he sniffled licking his lips looking down.
i pecked his forehead twice and he took off his shoes and sat down on the bed and i turned the lights off and sat next to him.

"i feel empty" he quietly said , i looked up at him "me too" .

i wonder if he's just saying that to just be saying it.
i actually wanna know what's going on his head, i'm just afraid to ask.

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