Shades Of Styles

You're Not Mine Anymore 2

He stopped calling about 2 weeks ago. To be honest, I kind of miss it. The way my phone would light up and his name would flash across the screen and it would go off for almost a full minute before it went to voicemail and then he would leave one. He would say he missed me and that we should be together. Other stuff would follow but I could never bring myself to listen to the full thing.
But then he stopped, it stopped. My phone only rings when someone else is on the other end. But I answer those, hoping that maybe he's calling from another number. But it never is.
Today marks 3 weeks since I broke up with him, I've counted the days since. I miss him everyday.
Though I stopped crying a few days ago. I stopped eating full meals as well. I haven't actually ate anything besides a few crackers since that first day. Since before I left him. I shouldn't have left him. I should have helped him through whatever it was he was going through.
I wonder how he's doing? Does he miss me now? Or has he moved on? Is he out living his life?

My phone goes off and my heart jumps because it's his name on my screen. I'm excited to read it until I actually read it.
"I wish that I loved you or that I cared. Or that I would even give a damn if you were here but you're gone so it's fuck you."

I know those are lyrics to a song but the fact that he was using them against me hurts worse than any actual original thing he could have said.
Before I know what I'm doing, I'm writing him back. I don't care about that text. I need him to know how much I miss him.

"I miss you Harry. I don't think I can go another second without you. This whole thing is killing me."

"No! Absolutely not!" My friend (y/f/n) yells as she snatches my phone from my hand. "You're not texting him."

"But I miss him!" I cry out as I turn to face her. She looks from me to my phone.

"Judging my his texts he doesn't miss you." She says. "Besides, neither of you need to be back in that toxic relationship. You just need to sit here and get over him."

"But-"

"No! (Y/N) you've been moping around for the past 3 weeks. Do something. Go out, have some fun-better yet, why not invite Luke over, I'm sure he'll be so excited to hear about your new relationship status." She snickers and I roll my eyes. Luke. I forgot about him, 2 months ago when Harry and I were fighting I went to him for comfort and he tried to kiss me. Harry found out and wanted to find him and rip his face off. I haven't seen him since.
Maybe it would be good to catch up with him-but only as friends.

2 hours after I invited him over I completely forgot to tell him that Harry and I broke up because were too busy laughing. Once we mouth calm down I decide to confess.

"So...Harry and I broke up." I tell him. He goes from smiling to straight mouth really quickly and stares at me.

"Seriously? When?" He questions.

"About 3 weeks ago." I inform him.

"Well, are you okay?"

"Not really...but right now I've felt better than I have in a long time." I admit and he smiles again.

"Can I ask why?"

"It was all the drinking." I sigh, pushing my hair from my face. "He drank all the time. But it wasn't just that-he...we were toxic. We would go days without speaking sometimes because one of us did something to piss the other off and instead of speaking about it- we just didn't say anything to each other. When he got super drunk-he would lash out on anger. I just couldn't do it anymore." I shrug.

"I could have told you- y'know." He looks at me. "That you and Harry were bad for each other."

"You and 100 other people." I sigh, laying my head down on the back of the couch. "I should have listened before it got so bad."

"All that matters is that you're out of that relationship now." He assures me and I nod, closing my eyes. Before I can open them again, lips are mine. Luke is kissing me and hard-likes he's trying to force me into wanting to kiss back. But I don't, I pull away.

"Luke!" I groan. Why is he like this. He stands up, a stuttering mess.

"I-I'm sorry. I just-you-I-"

"I think you should leave." I tell him. Why couldn't he just be there for me as a friend? He looks at me one last time before leaving. When the door closes I groan and sit down on the couch, closing my eyes again, hoping to get to sleep.