Harry Blurbs

Heard It All Before

You'd heard it all before. 'It's not you, it's me'. There'd only been one relationship where you had called it quits, the rest had been ended by the other party. This one was no different.

"Is that all?" Harry looked up from his spot in complete shock. He hadn't expected you to be so calm about it all.

"Is-is what all?" His eyes were red and puffy from the tears that had been falling for the past half an hour. Though your eyes remained dry, no sign of tears at all.

"That it's all you? You don't want to hurt me. It's best we do this now rather than further down the road." Harry took a visible breath, his lips noticeably trembling as he did. "Is that all?"

The man you were absolutely, madly in love with sat opposite you, his torso covered by the brown jumper you loved and he wore his skinny jeans-an outfit that you had always fancied him in, which made it all the more heartbreaking for you to be stood there listening to him make excuses up.

His hair was a mess atop his head from his ring-covered fingers running through it as he grew more anxious, and he felt as though his entire world was crumbling before him.

He didn't want to leave you, why would he when he was madly in love with you? He had a ring stashed in his sock drawer to give to you, but his anxiety had been hard and his head told him he didn't deserve you.

You didn't deserve him. It's the thing you'd told him hundreds of times throughout the three years you'd been together. He was the most selfless, kind hearted and truly inspirational person and you were so incredibly lucky to have him in your life. Of course, that did nothing to ease the anxiety and Harry had decided that to end the relationship he had invested so much time and love into was the best way to go.

"Love, I'm sorry." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily and biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stop yourself from crying.

Of course, you were devastated that Harry didn't want to be with you. He was the person you truly wanted to spend your life with. There hadn't been a moment in your relationship where you questioned it ever ending.

Yet there you were, sat on one sofa with Harry's hoodie on because it was the comfiest thing in your wardrobe at that time. Though all you wanted to do was rip it off at that moment.

"I just want to know why? I don't want any 'it's all me' bullshit that I know you're going to spurt at me!" You were growing angry.

"But that's what it is."

"No, Harry. There's a reason. I'm not going to make you stay, you can leave any time. I just want to know why the fuck you're giving up on this."

If Harry were to be honest with you-which he really wished he could- he'd tell you that he had no idea. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't become a burden to you to talk about his anxiety. The one thing holding him back.

"I- i just." He shook his head, the curls bouncing around as he did. "I just don't love you anymore."

He was scared to look up. Scared to make eye contact because he knew how you'd look in that moment. Your face blank, no emotion showing at all with you being so fucking confused by what he was saying.

"You-you don't love me anymore?" It was your turn to cry then. Tears falling at an alarming pace making you angry because you don't cry. You're not one to get emotional when someone doesn't love you.

This was different though. You loved Harry with every fiber of your being. From his eyes that found yours at every possible minute, to the patch of hair above his neck that was a little scratchy because it never fully grew in properly. You loved the anxious tick of messing his curls up, even though it was your job to mess them up when you were in bed.

When he finally looked at you his heart broke more than he thought possible.

"Love-"

"No. You don't get to call me that!"

"I'm sorry."

"YOU'RE SORRY?! You come here and break me and all you say is that you're 'sorry'? I need you to leave, Harry."

Even saying his name hurt, and the hiccups you were getting because of the sobbing wasn't helping the way you felt.

"You have 5 minutes to leave this house before I leave it myself. I don't want to see you."

"Y/N"

"LEAVE HARRY!"