Harry Blurbs

Heartbreak

Harry walked into his Malibu home with his suitcases at either side of him; not daring to look at the walls which held the photos of the two of you throughout your five-year relationship. He left his suitcases in the foyer while he walked into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, the smell of your perfume filling his nostrils.

You'd been there.

Recently.

He decided to see if there were any other signs of you being in the home that you had grown together as a couple in. The living room had looked normal until he saw the cardboard box sitting by the fire, black letters reading 'photos' across the top and the lid open still. He tentatively walked toward the box, touching the material that held a mountain of photo frames, each holding a photo that he held so closely to his heart.

The first photo that he was brave enough to pull out of the brown box was one of the two of you sitting at a table in Nobu, James having taken it for you. Harry's left hand was resting on your thigh as you leant into his body and rest your head on his bicep, the both of you smiling into the camera happily. Harry remembered that day as though it was the day before, his eyes closing to relish the memory.

"James, can you take a photo for me please?" James nodded at [Y/N] before grabbing her phone and aiming it at the young couple who sat before him. Harry got himself comfy and moved his left, inked arm to his side where his hand rest on the thigh of his girlfriend. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around his forearm before resting her cheek on his bicep and looking toward the camera, a smile on both of their faces while James pressed the button to snapshot the moment.

He then pulled out a photo that was taken on your first Christmas together, where you'd gone to the Christmas markets and had decided that you needed a photo to commemorate how happy you both were. In the photo, Harry stood with his arms wrapped around you, your head being rest on his chest and his lips pressing into the top of your head lovingly.

You were both wrapped up in a hoodie underneath your coats, scarves wrapped around your necks and bobble hats sitting on your heads. Your gloves made it difficult for the two of you to hold hands, but you'd worked your way around it, not wanting to not be touching in some way. Anne had insisted on taking the photo once you had mentioned that it would be nice. Your phone had been taken before you could object, Anne ushering you to pose for her so she could snap the photo. Harry had been the one to spin you so that you were facing him, bringing your arms up to wrap around his torso, while he rest his on the small of your back to bring you close to him. You rest your head on his chest with your face facing the camera, but your eyes shut; while your boyfriend brought his lips to rest on the top of your head, the fluff getting in his mouth slightly.

"Mum, take the picture please, I'm being choked to death on fluff!" Chuckles emitted from everyone before you were back in your position and you heard the faint click of the camera over the loud music that was being played around you.

As he pulled the third photo from the box, his heart sank at the memory. Or not so the memory, but more the feelings he got when he looked at the photo. You were stood in middle of the room he was stood in then, you in his arms and your arms above your head holding the keys to the place. The day that you moved into the Malibu home had been one where you realised just how in love with one another you were.

"Harry, we have two homes now. TWO!" Harry looked at his girlfriend with pure adoration, his lips upturning into the largest smile he could muster and his heart swelling as he watched you run around the empty living room. "Let's take a photo! While it's completely empty, and we can print it out and have it on the wall with our other photos!"

While [Y/N] set her phone up on a timer to take a photo of the two of them, Harry took a second to look around their new home, ready to start as many adventures together as they could.

"Harry, catch me!" [Y/N] ran into Harry's arms and they quickly looked at the camera as the photo was being taken, falling onto the floor only seconds later in fits of laughter.

That was the day Harry had decided that he was going to propose to [Y/N], he already had a ring waiting. He never did get the chance to propose though, their time in LA was hectic and when they got home there was never the right time that felt right, and so he kept putting it off. That's partly why they'd called it off on their relationship, Harry was getting more stressed with keeping it a secret that it affected the way they acted with one another, giving each other the cold shoulder to avoid speaking and going to bed at different times.

Looking around the living room then, it looked completely bare, just like it had the day they moved in. Yet he continued walking around the house, where he eventually ended in the master bedroom. The bed wasn't made like it normally was with [Y/N] around, instead the right side- where Harry would always sleep- was slept in and unmade, a piece of material sitting under the duvet. He walked over to it and pulled at it, revealing one of his exclusive hoodies from tour. Rather than thinking too much about it, he put it down and turned around, his eyes landing on the one thing he hoped she wouldn't find if she was there. The velvet box sat on the dresser open with the light hitting the diamond and causing shapes to dance on the wall behind it. Walking over to the box he lifted it into his hands, the meaning behind it heavy and him starting to shake.

"I didn't mean to look at it, but when I saw it, I couldn't help myself." Harry was startled to hear a voice next to him, but as soon as his eyes met the ones he had fallen in love with staring at, he softened lightly, though he was still tense. "It's beautiful."

Harry stood in complete silence, his hands coming out to touch the box that he had wanted to get out for so long. Taking one last look at the ring he had so carefully chosen for you, he closed the box and placed it back on the dresser. You watched from your place as he walked to the bed and sat on the end of his, head in his hands and shoulders shaking from his crying.

"How did we get to this point?" Your heart sank when he looked up at you with red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. He didn't do anything to wipe away the tears as he looked at you solemnly. "How did we go from being madly in love to being two ghosts?"

"I don't know, Harry. I really don't know. I wish for nothing more than for us to be good again. I just don't know how we can get there."

"Don't leave me. Please."

"I'm sorry, I can't." With that you walked out of the room, not looking back but hearing Harry sobbing behind you.

"Please."