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21

I don't see Harry any where when I finally control my tears and head back down the stairs to see everybody gathered around the large television which was about to start the count down into the new year. 

"TEN!"

"NINE!"

"EIGHT!"

"SEVEN!"

"SIX!"

"FIVE!"

The count down reaches half way as people start to gather next to their loved ones or friends, for me it was the later because my 'lover' didn't seem to only love me. I grab (y/f/n)'s hand and smiled a warm smile to her showing my gratitude, she returned the smile.

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

One large cheer rang through the house as the London eye went a blaze with the fireworks that's spiralled and flew around it. It was extraordinary, the only trouble was that because of the cold winter weather the smoke lingered making it hard to see the light show. Nether the less, it looked amazing.

As the last firework exploded into millions of sparks the boys ushered everybody out of the house saying goodbye and happy new year to each of them.

People slowly filed out leavening just a few people left, the majority of them was the people who sleep here. Meaning I saw Harry. Alone. Red eyed. Drink in hand. Once he realised that everybody went home he looked around, caught eyes with me, gave a very sad smile and looked  away and down at his drink.

Part of me wanted to go over to him and see if he was alright, but the other part, the louder part didn't want to. It wanted to see him feel the pain, feel the pain he caused me. 

A few seconds pass before I feel a long arm being wrapped around my shoulders.

"He messed up, (y/n). Give him a while, he'll realise how much he needs you and what an idiot he was tonight. Just give it time" Simon talks on a hushed tone pulling me closer to his side at the end.

"I can't help but think that videos, being in this house and being friends with you guys will be weird now, and not just for me. For him, and for you guys. You can't just kick him out of the group because it wouldn't be the same, but I guess that you'll make it work." I shrug not wanting to think about it much.

Not much happened that night, well after the new year began. We spent about an hour cleaning up the house enough so it wouldn't look too bad in the morning and we could always spend the day getting over a hangover if you had one. After the cleaning we all went to bed, and I saw no more Harry. 

The next morning I woke up at around 12 which I know is late but even then everyone else was still asleep because of the drinking that went on last night, I didn't  really drink that night so I felt fine. I walked down the stairs and raised the medicine cabinet for painkillers. I found a box and placed it in my pocket, then proceeded to pour seven glasses of water seeming though Tobi doesn't drink and carried two at a time to where everyone was sleeping. I gave one to each of them and put two paracetamol next to the glass. I had only one room left. Harry's.

I placed it down with the painkillers, however before leaving I searched for a piece of paper to write down a note to him.

Harry,

Meet me in the garden down by the big evergreen tree.

I want to talk..

(Y/n)

As I finished writing the letter he began to stir awake so I see the pen down with the folded note and left the room. 

I wanted to be outside with the fresh air so I got changed into a deep red knitted jumper and black jeans paired with some black doc martins. I put  my hair into two french braids and swung a coat over me and left for the garden. 

I was probably out there for about 15 minutes before I heard the door click shut. And the grass move as who I assume is Harry moves across it.

Yep.

"S-so..." He stutters

"Why?" I question looking up at him as he moves to sit next to me. 

"I-I don't know" he looks down at the frosted grass

"There must be a reason. You don't just go around sleeping around with another person when you have a girlfriend. And if you do then you thought that our relationship was something that it wasn't." I spit 

I doesn't say a word.

"Harry, talk to me. I'm giving you a chance  to talk to me in private without the guys and (y/f/n) to scold you every time you open your mouth. So talk. If not then there is no chance of our relationship to come back together again. And I don't want to not be with you, but if you don't talk I have no choice." I beg

There's a science.

I sigh getting up "goodb-" 

"I can't give you the whole truth, but I can promise you that it wasn't a mistake. Do I regret it. Yes  100%. Once I know it's safe to tell you, I will. But for now I'll wait for you. I'll wait for the time I can tell you. I promise I will. I'll tell you everything." He states grabbing my hand and stands I front of me. Tears start to fill his eyes.

I don't say anything, nor do I really move. I slightly nod my head. That's it. I take my hand out of his and say to him.

"I'll be waiting too. But right now our relationship is no more. Until you prove to me that there is a very valid reason, we're done." I sob walking away back into the house.

Leaving him alone. 

God I hope that this story isn't a long wait away.