The Date Journal (Harry Styles FanFic)

The Date Journal (Harry Styles FanFic)

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What if everything you ever wanted came true? Amazing friends, a job that was taking off, and not to mention a super star boyfriend. "I love you, Harry, but my friends will always come first. I can't do this anymore. They need me too much," I said as tears snaked down my face rapidly. "No, we can work through this. They are the strongest people I have ever met, but you are the strongest. Please don't do this," he begged, tears streaming down his own face as well. I shook my head. "Don't forget me. I'll be coming back for you, because I have never been so into somebody before," I tried to lighten the mood by quoting his song. "I love you, Heather. So, so much," he whispered, pressing his lips to mine. "I love you, too." And that, dear diary, is how my heart broke into a thousand pieces. My last date in my date journal.
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"You can call me when you're lonely. I'll be your temporary fix." Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love. All Rights Reserved. 2015 Word count: 259,139

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