Change Your Ticket

Chapter 1

It was all becoming too much for me. Clearly I wasn't the one for Harry, clearly his love for me ran out long ago, clearly we aren't meant to be together. I feel like I've been constantly played like a little kid constantly playing the same board game over and over again. I dedicated my life to that man, I was hopelessly devoted to him and yet I didn't see the flashing red lights. I didn't see that his charm and his grace was what was keeping me trying to keep our relationship together. You know when you find a one way road and you have to go all the way around to reach the point that's at the end of the one way road when you feel like you just want to very sneaky cut through? Well that's what our relationship was like: I always tried my best with Harry but he never had it. I always had to go the long way round and go out of my way to please him, I always felt like I wanted to go through that little cut through and yell at him but I was too scared to lose him. I couldn't ever see sense in our relationship...Harry started not hanging out with me, became embarrassed when I was out in public with him, he started distancing himself a lot from me and he even would flirt with other girls whilst we were out together. I started getting scared, scared that he would hit me and one day he did. I went through all of this shit still trying to fight for what I thought I wanted and needed in my life but I suddenly realised that that's not what I wanted and needed when he punched me in the guts and caused me to stumble over and stab my knee with a piece of broken glass on the floor from one of Harry's alcohol bottles. That was the sign that made me realise that I could no longer go on...

It is now the following morning and I put a bandage around my knee last night and guess what? Surprise, surprise, Harry still isn't home. After the argument we had last night and after he had attacked me he stormed out the house and (most likely) went to a bar. I quickly grabbed my suitcase and started putting as many clothes and things like that as I could inside of it. It was a race against time for me because I wanted to me back before Harry got here so I didn't ever have to see his pathetic face again. I had already called my best friend who was more than happy to have me stay at her flat for however long I needed to. Me and Harry currently lived in America but my best friend lived all the way in London but I was very happy to be moving back there. I grabbed my toiletries and my makeup and shoved it all in there, I'd also already booked my flight to London by the way. As I was looking at the room that me and Harry shared many moments in and looking at my suitcase, trying to decide whether I was satisfied with what the contents were or not, I heard the front door unlock. My stomach did a massive flip, like the ones that happen when you've reached the top of a rollercoaster and suddenly drop all the way down. I started freaking out and panicking but as I heard him trudging up the stairs I soon realised that I was going to have to face him. As the bedroom door opened I turned around to look at Harry: he looked like he'd fallen out of a tree and hit every branch coming down as his hair was all messy, there were dark bags under his eyes and he just looked drained of energy.

H: "Where are you going?"

Y/N: "I'm leaving."

H: "Where to?"

Y/N: "It's none of your business."

I snarled and his eyes widened and he cane closer as I took steps back.

H: "You're about to leave just like that so I believe I have a right to know where the fuck you're going!"

Y/N: "Fine then, I have a flight booked at around lunch time to go to London. I'm staying at a friends house for as long as I need to."

H: "You're leaving me?"

Y/N: "Yes Harry, I am absolutely sick of trying to keep our relationship together. You have fucked me up so badly and I can't bear the sight of you any longer."

H: "No, you're joking!"

Y/N: "I'm being serious Harry. You have talked shit about me, ignored me, flirted with other girls in front of me, been embarrassed to be seen with me and last night...last night you attacked me. I'm shit scared of you Harry!"

H: "You're all I want, please don't go!"

Y/N: "You're not mine Harry. You'll never be mine, I'm not for you."

H: "Please...just change your ticket home."

Y/N: "Nothing you say will stop me from leaving."

There he stood...eyes soaked with tears, cheeks bright red and looked itchy, eyes red and puffy from all the crying. As much as it hurt me to leave him, he wasn't mine. We weren't meant to be together, clearly.

Y/N: "If we were meant to be then fate would bring us together again."

And that's when I walked out of the room with my suitcase and bag and left the house. I heard Harry call after me and tell me he loved me, I then heard him running down the stairs after me but stopped dead against the door frame and the taxi drove away.

I guess my new life starts now.

"watching you get dressed messes with my head, take that bag off your shoulder"