Harry (Your POV) – You stabbed the chicken on your plate repeatedly with your fork until it looked like a mangled pile of mush. You had stopped even pretending to listen to anything your date was saying to you but that didn’t stop him nattering on incessantly about things you didn’t care even the slightest bit about. You let out a loud sigh and considered getting up and walking out just as your phone started ringing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as you looked at your phone and saw Y/BF/N flashing across your screen. “Sorry, I need to get this!” you interrupted him midsentence and he smiled at you and nodded as you stood up and shuffled outside to join the small group of smokers standing outside the restaurant. “Hello?” you answered happily as you pulled your jacket tighter around your shoulders to protect yourself from the icy wind that was blowing. “Someone sounds happy to hear from me,” Y/BF/N laughed and you laughed with her. “Well yeah, I’m on another date with Mr. Boring and you gave me the perfect excuse to run off for a few minutes,” you laughed and you heard her sigh. “Isn’t this like your tenth date with him? Why don’t you tell him you’re not interested already?” she asked and you chewed on your bottom lip. “I know, I know but” you muttered and opened your mouth to continue speaking but Y/BF/N interrupted. “But you’re hoping that Harry might eventually find out your dating and come running back to you in a fit of jealousy?” she asked and as you began to defend yourself the restaurant door opened behind you and your date joined you. “Ah, there you are!” he beamed, “I paid the bill, figured we could go back to my place for desert,” he smirked and gave you a small wink that made your stomach turn. “I have to go,” you muttered down the phone and hung up. “I think I might just head home,” you gave him a fake smile and he shrugged. “Okay, well at least let me walk you,” he wrapped his hand around yours and you used all of your strength to not pull away as you walked down the street. He continued to talk and talk and talk until you were eventually at your front door. You jammed your key in the lock quickly to try and get inside before he leaned in to kiss you but as you stepped inside he gently grabbed your arm. “Hey Y/N, wait,” he smiled and you stopped and turned to face him. “We’ve been on like what, ten dates now?” he began and you nodded. “And I really like you and I hope you really like me too,” he smiled and your expression remained blank. “What do you think about making this official?” he asked and you still remained silent. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked and your heart thudded so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. You knew you should have said no and ended the conversation right there but you couldn’t get the image of Harry out of your mind and you knew how juvenile your desire to make him jealous was but you couldn’t help it. “Yes,” you mumbled.
(His POV) – I had barely had any time to process what I had done before Y/N was back at the flat moving her stuff out. I tried, multiple times, to speak to her but every time I did I was met with a cold, hard silence; she wouldn’t even look at me. I tried to ignore the pain I felt in my chest every time I looked at the empty places her things used to occupy but it was impossible. Management were, of course, delighted with my decision to comply with their request to end my relationship and when the other boys found out they put on a big show of telling me that “I didn’t have to do it” but we all knew that I did. If I hadn’t, it was only a matter of time before management took matters into their own hands, which could have ended up in an even messier break up between the two of us. The next couple of months only got harder instead of easier. I expected to get used to the idea of being alone but instead even menial tasks like making a cup of coffee were hard if I couldn’t make one for her too. I sometimes even found myself pouring coffee granules into two mugs before I realized that I was in fact, painfully alone. My alarm blared at 7am and I pulled myself out of bed and quickly got myself ready before heading out to another meeting with my managers. I sat staring at the floor as they spoke about different events and photo shoots my attention barely on them until I heard them say something that made my stomach turn, that made bile rise in my throat. “Harry, Kendall is going to be in the UK for London fashion week, we think it would be a good idea for the two of you to go out for dinner? Maybe spark some interest in the media?” they spoke so casually that it made my blood boil. “You are joking right?” I spat, “you just made me end a relationship with a girl I love because it would increase sales if I was single and now you want me to pretend to start seeing someone else?” I was standing now, fists clenched as I glared and the team of people in front of me. “We understand that Harry but you must realize, Kendall is a high profile celebrity. Y/N… she was no one.” I opened my mouth to begin yelling but I couldn’t even find the words to express how angry I was so I stormed out instead.
