Disposition -Harry Styles

“Why me Harry, Why me?" he grabbed my arms trying to steady me. "Soph... please"

"Get Off! Just leave. Why don’t you get it? I agreed for you to help me. Not fuck me over and put the weight of the world on my shoulders. I don’t need this anymore… I never needed it, Harry" I exclaimed in almost an inaudible whisper. The look on his face broke me, his hands dropped to his sides.  The only contact left between us was through our glossy eyes. His green eyes were weaved with guilt and shame. Before I could process what I've just said he left. He finally left.