Hanging By A Moment

Harry's POV:
After three days in Sweden we were finally back on British soil. 'See lad's, told yah you'd be back in London in no time' Jack spoke as he drove us to my place. 'Alright, I'll see you in your dashing suits at the church on Saturday' he said as he pulled up at the driveway. We all got out of the van and took our luggage from the back. 'Yo Haz, don't worry will only be here for while' Louis said as they followed me up to the house. I unlocked the door and wheeled my luggage in. 'Ohh Samantha Robertson' Niall called out as he entered the house. We went in the lounge and dropped our things down. 'Hello? We're home' Liam called out to the stairs. 'Her car's not in the garage, maybe she's out' Zayn said as he came in the room.

'Hey, haz were's that photo of Sammie that you had up there?' Louis pointed at the empty wall.'I don't...know' I replied confused as well by the disappearance of the photo. 'Umm Harry you becoming a bit vain or something?' Liam spoked as he looked at the photo frames we had on a long table underneath the wall where Sammie's photo used to be. 'What?' I uttered in confusion. The rest of the lads and I walked up to where he was. 'Maybe, she didn't like the photos of her anymore' Niall suggested as we looked at frames which only had pictures of myself. I quickly retreated and ran for the stairs. 'Harry' the boys called out and I heard them running after me.

'Sammie?' I called out when I entered our room but there was no respond. I checked the bathroom and she wasn't in there either I walked back in the room but something caught my attention. I walked in to the wardrobe and gasped at the empty racks and drawers. Half of the wardrobe was empty, cold, vacant while the other side was filled my things.

'Harry' I heard Liam called out and I walked out of the wardrobe aimlessly. 'Haz' Zayn pointed at the bedside table. I walked slowly towards it and stared at the white paper leaning up addressed to me. The boys stood around me and I took a deep breath and grabbed the note. I sat on the bed and began reading it.....

Harry,

I wanna say thank you for a wonderful relationship and being an amazing boyfriend. I love you so much Harold Edwards Styles but if you really love someone then you have to let them go......so I'm letting you go.

If your not ready to accept the situation that we've gotten ourselves into then maybe were not ready to commit to marriage.

I don't blame you for any of this. You've told me before that you weren't ready for kids and I respect your decision and agree with you; were still both too young to know how to raise children. But what can we do, it's here already, I guess we just have to adjust our lives around it. I know your not ready to take this responsibility....but for the sake of this child, I will.

I'm not choosing the child over you, I just can't do what you want me to. I don't want a child right now either but I couldn't bare to get an abortion. It's more painful for me to have to go through that than raise a kid at a young age.

I'm sorry but I can't be your bride.

xx
Sammie

I closed the paper and placed it back to where it was. I realised it wasn't just a note she left behind. I took the Tiffany blue box and took a deep breath before opening it. 'Harry' Zayn sat next to me. I untied the white ribbon and opened the box.

I closed my eyes for an instant disappointed at the sight of the ring in the box. 'Haz' Zayn placed a hand on my shoulder. I closed the box and placed it with the note.

'She left' I mumbled.

Notes

*A "Dear John letter" is a letter written to a boyfriend or husband by his partner to inform him their relationship is over.