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harry - management tries to break you up

"Baby" his fiancè whispered, leaning in to kiss him as her fingertips glided along his chest, "you look so tired."

He only nodded, too consumed in his thoughts to even listen to the words coming out of her mouth. He couldn't imagine not comming home to this. It was so impossible for him to call anything else home.

She was home.

"Come on, baby. I'll fix you up a hot bath. Until then, I want you to lay down, and not think about anything, okay?" she smiled, caressing his bare arms.

Harry felt tears well up in his eyes, looking down at their feet, where hers are on top of his, which is what she always did when she kissed him.

Y/n noticed his silence, and the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. She knew that this was much more than him being tired.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, lifting his head so that she could meet his gaze. Harry could have broke down right there, but he couldn't. He wouldn't act weak about this. He had to do this, no matter how broken it's already made him.

"We can't-we can't do this anymore" he croaked out, instantly looking away from her.

Y/n stood frozen, unable to understand what was going on. What does he mean? He can't leave her, not now. If he wanted to leave her, he would have left a long time ago. Right? He wouldn't leave her now.

"Do what?" she whispered, sounding weaker than he's ever heard her before.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as he pushed her off of him. He couldn't feel her, look at her, breathe her while he does something he doesn't even want to begin with. He's so weak with her. He's so in love with her that the second he meets her gaze, he knows he could never leave her. She was so irresistable, she was so perfect to him.

"Harry, no."

"Y/n please, I can't do this with you anymore."

"You don't mean that. You know you don't mean that." But she didn't know. She didn't know if this was what he truly had wanted. They're engaged, but maybe that's something that was slowly scaring him away. Maybe this whole comitment thing was something too hard for him to handle. Maybe, she was a mistake.

"I don't love you anymore" he whispered, something so toxic to him that it was almost deadly to speak those words.

She stopped breathing. She could feel the entire world crashing beneath her feet. She felt as if her time was frozen, she felt so disconnected, she couldn't even find the strength to breathe. The air was so thick to her, it was almost impossible.

"It's me, isn't it?" she whispered.

Harry couldn't hear her sound so hopeless. She sounded so small, so lost. It was something he felt. It was an overpowering feeling, and it was completely destroying him.

"I always talked about my future with you, Harry. I always thought that I could marry the perfect guy, and marry in the perfect place. Grow up and raise a perfect family with the perfect husband. Dress up my kids on their first day of school, help them with their teenage problems, cook on their first date, help them put their keys in the engine and start the car, only for them to live onto what they want. I wanted that all with you, and I wanted it so soon. But that scares you, doesn't it? I'm making you think I'm much more important than the things you truly want. I get it, Harry, I do. Maybe I was never what you really wanted. I'm sorry that-that I made you think that" she sobbed, "So I'll go. I'll save you everything you have. I'll save you this house. I'll save you all of the stress of leaving here when you're too young to even do half of what you're doing. So I'll leave, if that's what you want. I'm sorry it happened this way. I really, really hope, Harry, that somebody will make you so happy. You deserve everything amazing. You're my angel, and I will always, always love you."

She waited, just for one single second to see if he would stop her, tell her that this wasn't what he had wanted. But she couldn't find that hope, she knew it was done. Letting out a loud sob, Y/n reached her shaking hand up to her left ring finger, slowly sliding it off of her finger. She felt so empty without it, she felt as if all the love was now being ripped away from her.

Harry couldn't watch her anymore. He couldn't even be near her. One more action she had taken, he knew he would break. He was surprised he has even lasted this long without breaking down in hysterics.

"Stop" he whispered, shaking his head vigourously, "Stop it. Stop it, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I love you, God, I love you so fucking much it hurts me and I don't want this. M-management wanted me to a-and I was fighting for hours, I swear, I tried so hard but they refused to listen to me and I felt as if I had no choice other than to do this but I can't this is too hard, too too h-"

He was cut short when her soft lips pressed against his. His body fell into hers, holding her as if his life depended on it. But she was his life. She was so much to him, he couldn't even think about not holding her every single night.

"Hey hey hey," she whispered softly as a loud cry ripped through Harry's body, "It's okay baby. I understand. It was all so much pressure for you. I know, it's okay."

"How could they fucking take you away from me? How dare they even think about that?" he spat, holding her harder against him. "How could you ever think that I could do this without you? I could kill them, I could fucking kill them."

"Do what without me, baby?" she asked, kissing away his tenseness.

"Live."