Harry just started after you with a distant look in his eyes. “Uhm…Sorry about that…uh there are fans in there singing just a warning…” You looked down and hurried past him back to your car breathing heavily. His eyes confused and clouded, his hand lightly on my shoulder. Your eyes met his dark green ones and you just looked at each other. “(Y/N)…” Harry mumbled seemingly speechless. You didn’t dare move or look up until he moved back and looked down. “Oh sorry” you mumbled as your face went into their chest and you breathed in the very familiar smell of Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanilla cologne. You had paid and were walking out the door ignoring their looks when you walked straight into someone. You somehow still managed to grab fans attention even though the world knew you and Harry were over. They all whispered and pointed as you walked past grabbing your candy bar and bottle of water. Of course Night Changes was playing in the background and a group of girls were singing along. You were at a WaWa and had run inside to grab a snack for the road. You had decided to meet up with a friend who lived a few hours away and the first stop was getting gas. Your hair was left down and a black hat placed over it. He was no more, but yet you still checked his pages a couple times a day (even though you knew he didn’t post often) Finally you got out of bed and ready for the day.
You resisted the urge to click on the videos and pictures, you’re heart jumped in your chest at the thought of him but your brain said no. Harry’s page had been updated with new tour dates, pictures, music video releases, and of course all of his new album info and Merch. Now you were laying in bed scrolling through instagram. You did not want to be home when he got home so you rushed out the door thanking Gemma and saying goodbye a final time. You had noticed your favorite tshirt in his bed but figured it was just a crazy coincidence so you grabbed it and stuffed it in your bag. You had contacted his sister a month later and she had arranged for you to get your stuff. You had blocked his number and moved on….kinda. No time for him to explain himself or come up with an excuse. Enjoy your life.” and with that you jump into an uber and left. You’ve been slipping the past few weeks, you’ve been distant, distracted, moody, and now I know why.
You walked out and he stumbled after you. “(Y/N) wait please. He was definitely a little drunk and when his green eyes locked on yours he knew he was screwed. Her dark brown hair was covering his face slightly but when he looked up you could see that he felt more than just friendship with whoever she was. It all started a few days ago when you had walked into a bar and caught him with his hands around another girls waist and lips lingering on her neck. Before he had been acting differently, coming home late, not texting, calling or checking in as much, and not being as present in the relationship. You were convinced he was the guy you were going to marry, so you stuck it out praying things would eventually go back to the way they were before. It had been a hard transition having him all the time to having him leave for weeks to write and record. Lately he had been working on albums and setting up life for solo tours and concerts and you couldn’t have been more proud…you just wished he had more time to be with you again.
You and Harry had been together for almost 5 years, most of which you had him to yourself. Now of course as you were packing your stuff into a bag, you realized it was too good to be true. You had dreamed of the day when Harry would no longer be touring, he would have a break from everything, time to spend with just you.
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