~Hannah's POV~

*Phone conversation*

Me: Hey babe whats up?
Harry: Whatever you do don't go on twitter, turn on your TV, or go on your computer
Me: Why?
Harry: Just dont

*End of conversation*

He fucking hung up on me! That son of a bitch.......I'm going on twitter. I wish I wouldn't have gone on twitter. Who the fuck it this Mystery Girl? Hes fucking cheating on me!

"AHHHH!" I screamed hoping nobody could hear me

"What the fuck!" Zayn came in with a baseball bat

"Woah! I just screamed no need to get the bat out" I said

"I thought there was a murderer or something" He said putting the bat down

"Nope its worse" I said staring at my phone

"What could be worse than a fucking murderer?" He asked

I showed him my phone.

"Oh my god" He said pulling me into a hug

I started crying.

"I need to just end it" I said then I called Harry

*Phone conversation*

Me: Harry I'm sorry I cant do this anymore. You look much happier with her than you do with me. So I will let you be with her.
Harry: Wait Hannah no......

*End of conversation*

I hung up the phone. By this time I was crying my eyes out. Zayn had went to go get tissues. I continued to receive phone calls and text messages from Harry. I didn't want to talk to him so I turned off my phone. Zayn came back with the tissues.

"Thanks" I said sniffling

"No problem" He said handing me the box then walking out of the room.

I laid down on the bed. I need to get my mind off things. I tried to fall asleep but i couldn't, I couldn't stop thinking about that picture. Why would he do that? I thought he loved me. Was it just a photo shopped picture? Who knows. I fell asleep wondering the answers to these questions.

Notes

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