"Look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing for me and I'll stop this fucking chase right now." he demanded rather harshly his face a mere inches away from mine. I can feel his frustrations surfacing and he was seconds away from completely losing it. I stood there frozen trying to not let my emotions show but its proving to be a hard feat. I can literally hear my heart splintering into a million pieces at what I am about to do. I took a deep breath to at least try and steady my breathing but to no avail. I was literally seconds away from giving in but I held myself. I had to do this. I'm doing this for him. I had to do this for him. The words were repeated millions of time in my head it had become my mantra. With trembling hands I put on my mask for the last time, straightened myself, pushed my chin up and look him squarely in the eye. "I feel nothing for you Louis Tomlinson." I spat in his face. The look he was giving me was enough to break my soul into oblivion but before a single tear roll down my cheeks I turned my back on him and walked away. I walked away from the man who held my heart and now I'm nothing but a hollowed body, incomplete and broken beyond repair. No more chasing. No more games.