What Is Love? (LARRY)
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THIS ISN'T A CHAPTER! THIS IS A LOOK ON HARRY'S PAST.
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Harry's Sixteenth Birthday.
I sat on the couch as I held my phone in my hand. The time was 11:53 PM, in a matter of minutes it'll be February the 2nd. I haven't heard from my boyfriend, whoms name was Zayn, all day; he hasn't left nothing at all; not even a voicemail, or even a small text saying "Happy Birthday." and needless to say, I was heartbroken and my faith was running out that he even remembered my birthday.
With my eyes still staring down at my phone screen, I heard knocking coming from the front door. My eyes shot open and I couldn't help the smile coming across my lips. I knew exactly who it was, I could tell by the knock. Zayn always done his knocks the same. It was like a melody, but this melody wasn't as fast as it usually was; it was slower, and weirdly enough it pained my heart, but I quickly ignored the pain because my boyfriend was here.
Not wasting anymore time, I stood up and rushed to the front door and opened it. My boyfriend stood there, no gift in his hand whatsoever. Not that I minded. I'm just glad he actually remembered my birthday, even though I've reminded him about it all week, but he tends to forget a lot of stuff, I guess.
"Hi, Harry." He said as he gave me a small smile with his lips.
"Are you okay?" I asked, not familiar with how he was talking or acting.
"Fine, fine. I just -- we need to talk." He said as he walked passed me and into the house.
"Sure, what is it, babe?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
"Harrold -- Harry, I mean," He said, correcting himself. "I -- I don't think I can do this anymore."
He said, not daring to look me into the eyes.
"What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" I asked, praying to God he wasn't meaning what he was saying.
"This, us. I can't do it. I just lost the feeling, you know?" He said.
"What?" I said. This was unbelievable. This better be a fucking birthday prank.
"I'm sorry, Harry." He said as he looked at me. He didn't look like this bothered him at all, as if he knew this would pain me and he didn't give a fuck. "I met someone knew and I really think they're the one."
"And I really think you need to get the fuck out of my house." I said as I looked up at him. I could feel the tears coming down my cheek and I could feel the pain in my throat.
"I'm sorry. We can still be friends?" He said as he walked over at the door. "Oh, and happy birthday." I heard him whisper under his breath before walking out of the door, closing it behind him.
I stood there and stared at the door, waiting and hoping that this was just a joke and he would come back and tell me it was a birthday prank.
But I waited, and I waited, and I waited... And he never came back, and I was left there with a broken heart.
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Harry's Sixteenth Birthday.
I sat on the couch as I held my phone in my hand. The time was 11:53 PM, in a matter of minutes it'll be February the 2nd. I haven't heard from my boyfriend, whoms name was Zayn, all day; he hasn't left nothing at all; not even a voicemail, or even a small text saying "Happy Birthday." and needless to say, I was heartbroken and my faith was running out that he even remembered my birthday.
With my eyes still staring down at my phone screen, I heard knocking coming from the front door. My eyes shot open and I couldn't help the smile coming across my lips. I knew exactly who it was, I could tell by the knock. Zayn always done his knocks the same. It was like a melody, but this melody wasn't as fast as it usually was; it was slower, and weirdly enough it pained my heart, but I quickly ignored the pain because my boyfriend was here.
Not wasting anymore time, I stood up and rushed to the front door and opened it. My boyfriend stood there, no gift in his hand whatsoever. Not that I minded. I'm just glad he actually remembered my birthday, even though I've reminded him about it all week, but he tends to forget a lot of stuff, I guess.
"Hi, Harry." He said as he gave me a small smile with his lips.
"Are you okay?" I asked, not familiar with how he was talking or acting.
"Fine, fine. I just -- we need to talk." He said as he walked passed me and into the house.
"Sure, what is it, babe?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.
"Harrold -- Harry, I mean," He said, correcting himself. "I -- I don't think I can do this anymore."
He said, not daring to look me into the eyes.
"What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" I asked, praying to God he wasn't meaning what he was saying.
"This, us. I can't do it. I just lost the feeling, you know?" He said.
"What?" I said. This was unbelievable. This better be a fucking birthday prank.
"I'm sorry, Harry." He said as he looked at me. He didn't look like this bothered him at all, as if he knew this would pain me and he didn't give a fuck. "I met someone knew and I really think they're the one."
"And I really think you need to get the fuck out of my house." I said as I looked up at him. I could feel the tears coming down my cheek and I could feel the pain in my throat.
"I'm sorry. We can still be friends?" He said as he walked over at the door. "Oh, and happy birthday." I heard him whisper under his breath before walking out of the door, closing it behind him.
I stood there and stared at the door, waiting and hoping that this was just a joke and he would come back and tell me it was a birthday prank.
But I waited, and I waited, and I waited... And he never came back, and I was left there with a broken heart.
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