The Girl

HARRY'S POV

Give her some space Harry. She needs her space. She'll be back later.

For the rest of the day I wandered the big house anxiously waiting for her return. I only called her twice, just to ask her how she was doing, but to my luck she didn't answer. It was now 8 o'clock, I had made some pasta for us, I set up the table beautifully with candles and flowers. I hope she likes it.

At 8:45 I heard the door unlock, I rushed over to greet her. She looked at me with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. What happened? Once she saw me she cried some more. "Baby, what's the matter?" I asked her as I tried to embrace her small figure. She backed away from me which felt like daggers plunging into my heart.

"We need to talk." She whispered and walked to the dining table. I stood across the table and smiled at her then down at the prepared food I had made for her. She shook her head and pulled out a tannish colored packet and slid it over to me.

"I'm done, I'm so sorry Harry." My heart fell when I read what was written on it.

HAZEL'S POV

I have to admit, I was stalling. I had gone to the library, Ice cream shop, sports store, the park, to sit and think. I had probably sat In my car and cried for a good 45 minutes before I went inside.

He had tried to be comforting to me but I couldn't have it. I led him to the dining room where there was a beautifully prepared dinner. I closed my eyes and cried even harder. I then sucked in a giant breath and took out the packet. I have to do this.

"I'm done Harry, I'm so sorry" I whispered and wiped away my tears as I slid the divorce papers across the table to the broken man.

HARRY'S POV

Shock.

That was all that went through me. I started to walk towards her with my eyes blurry from hot tears. "Don't." I whimpered. As soon as I stood in front of her, my knees went weak. I dropped down and hugged her legs. "Don't don't do this." I sobbed into her jeans. "P-please." Her hands went down to my arms to unclasp my grip but I wouldn't budge, I am not letting her go. "Don't do this, don't leave me Hazel. I love you so much. I cannot live without you, let alone breathe correctly. I love you I love you I love you." I cried loudly.

"Oh god." She whimpered, I felt her tears plop on to my head. "I'm so sorry Harry." Her force was stronger this time that she broke out of my hold and ran upstairs.

"Hazel!" I yelled and ran after her. She beat me to our room and locked it. "Hazel stop! Y-You cant l-leave me, baby I am so s-sorry for all the h-heartbreak I've caused you. Y-you're the g-greatest thing that's ever happened to me. You c-can't do this!" I wailed. My whole body felt weak, it slid down the wall where I cried myself to sleep.



I woke up to an awful pain in my neck and back that made me remember that I slept on the floor. It also made me remember why. My eyes still feel heavy from crying. I slowly sat up and stretched out my arms. "Hazel?" I knocked on the door. No answer. I tried opening up the door, it was unlocked. The bed was made and everything looked like it hadn't been touched. I exited the room and ran downstairs. "Hazel?!" I shouted. No answer. I sat down at the dining room table and stared at the packet.

How could I just let her slip out of my life? I love this girl so much. I really fucked up this time. I pulled out my phone and dialled her number. After the fourth ring she answered.

"Hi." She murmured.

"Hazel, where are you?" I let out a breath of relief.

"The park, I'll be back shortly, I just need to run some errands. Did you read the packet?" She asked anxiously. I balled my hand into a fist and groaned.

"No and I won't. We aren't getting a divorce Hazel."

"Harry I-"

"Baby, just come home. We'll talk about it here, just come back to me." I pleaded.

"We'll talk about it Harry. I'll be there in a couple hours."

"I lo-" the line went dead. I yelled in frustration and threw the packet across the room. After thirty minutes of pouting, I walked over to pick up the packet.

It wasn't confirming divorce, it was just confirming the start of the process. Bullshit. This shouldn't even be in my house. Our house.

Then I got an idea. I pulled out my laptop and did my research as I read through the hideous packet.


"I'm back." Hazel's small voice echoed through the house. She lugged in five bags with her.

"Let me help you." I took the bags from her swollen red hands. As I took the bags my fingers brushed against hers, the best feeling in the world. My skin against hers.

"Thanks."

"No problem." We stood in silence looking around the room.

"So I read it." I coughed. She nodded and pressed her lips into a line.

"Will you sign it?"

"Nope." I answered immediately. "Unless," she looked confused. I paused, not wanting to say what I prepared.

"Unless?"

"Unless you agree to marriage counselling with me for two months. One session every week, eight sessions." She sighed and looked down.

"Harry, please just sign the damn thing. We're not working and bargaining won't fix this."

"If we go to marriage counselling I'll sign it, if it doesn't work at all then I-I'll, we'll d-div.."

"Divorce." She finished my sentence.

"Yeah that, and if it does then we can be happy again, together. I know you want that, deep down inside." She bit her lip and looked me straight in the eye.

"Okay. I'll go."

Harry Styles you have a lot of work ahead of you.

But it'll be worth it.

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