Photograph | H. S.

17

His eyes flutter open in a heartbeat, "You... You what?"

"I love you Harry." You repeat, "So much."

He blinks a few times, as if he wasn't sure he had heard you correctly, and then a wide smile appears on his face, dimples popping. He rolls on top of you, kissing you passionately.

"I. Love. You. More." He says between kisses, and you laugh, feeling your heart full, "You don't even know how good it sounds hearing it from you."

"Just as good as hearing it from you."

"Say it again." He whispers against your lips.

"I love you. I love you, I love you!" You open your arms, acting dramatically.

As he looks down at you, Harry never thought he could feel so much love for another person in his entire life. You brought out the best in him, and all he could do was feeling thankful, and never let anyone or anything ruin this.

"Say it one more time."

---

"Rise and shine, love birds!"

You stir in Harry's arms before both of you wake up to Emma's voice and her knocking on the door.

"Ems, it's nine in fucking morning!" You shout after checking your phone, and Harry chuckles, his breath hitting your neck.

"See if I care! We're having breakfast out, hurry up, love ya!" She shouts back before you hear her steps moving away.

You roll your eyes, pushing the covers, "I'm gonna have a shower."

"Mind if I join?" Harry winks at you.

"Calm down, little boy." You say and he pouts, falling on the bed again, causing you to laugh as you close the bathroom's door.

The four of you spent the day hanging out and soon it was time to return home. You and Harry said goodbye to Emma and Louis, thanking him for borrowing the house.

Harry's phone rings as he's helping you with your bags. He frowns while checking it.

"Is everything okay?" You ask.

"Yeah, uh, Matt is throwing a party next Friday and is inviting us."

"The one who borrowed you that lights room? He seemed nice." You smile, remembering the guy you'd met after the session, he had showed up, "Sounds a good idea."

"You sure you wanna go? His parties can be a little wild and he lets literally everyone in." Harry hesitates.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." You laugh, pecking his lips.

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"Harry?" You call as you put him on voice speaker, while driving to the party.

"Hi angel, where are you?" He says, trying to be louder than the music background.

"There's a bit of traffic, but I should be there in fifteen minutes or so."

"Okay. Mind if I start drinking without you? Matt is being a pain in the ass."

You laugh, "Go ahead, have fun. I'll be there soon."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

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"I shouldn't drink anymore, y/n's coming she's gonna kill me." Harry laughs against Matt, clearly tipsy.

"No excuses, mate! A party is a party!" Matt protests, passing him another glass.

Harry rolls his eyes but takes it anyway, his vision starting to blur as a blonde figure approaches him.

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It had taken you longer than you were expecting to get to Matt's house, so you quickly pull over and enter, finding him immediately.

"Welcome, y/n!" He gives you a hug.

"Hi, thanks for the invitation!" You smile, "Do you know where is Harry?"

"Last time I've seen him he was in the kitchen, try there."

You thank him and follow his directions to the kitchen, finding Harry right away, though what you see makes you freeze in your spot.

Harry's eyes were closed as Taylor was kissing his neck. You suck in a sharp breath, which causes them both to notice you. Taylor shots you an evil smirk and Harry's expression is confused before his eyes widen in realisation.

"y/n-"

You don't let him finish, you quickly turn around and run out of the house, not stopping the tears streaming down your face.

"Get the fuck off of me." Harry shouts at Taylor, slipping away from her arms.

"I told you you'd always come back to me, handsome." She says seductively, trying to grab him again.

"You're a fucking psycho, get out of my life, I never want to see you again." He warns her, his eyes in flames, making her step behind and giving him the opportunity to run after you.

"y/n, wait!" Harry wanted to punch himself for being drunk, he couldn't even walk properly.

"Don't you dare to talk to me!" You scream, turning back to face him, "How could you do that! After everything I've told you and what happened between us!"

"Please let me explain-"

"Oh, let me guess, it was not what it looked like?"

"No, she took advantage of my drunk state again!" Harry cries.

"You know what, I don't fucking care, you can have her, I always knew she was better than me." You cry as well.

Harry didn't know what to do. He felt his heart was being ripped off his chest when he saw you crying, and he was sure it did when you said those last words:

"We're over. Stay away from me."