Clash

It hit me that Harry was gone the next day. I lie here in his bed and felt the pillow next to me and there was nothing. That's when it hit me, everybody has been waiting for me to brake down and this was it. The devastating pain that flowed trough my weak body.

It has been a week since that awful night. The night he promised me that everything would be fine and here I am alone. He didn't keep his promise and left me. He didn't only leave me but also gave me to much responsibility, a responsibility that I couldn't bare and everyone was waiting for me to come around and gave them orders but how could I? I didn't know what was expected of me, I couldn't even get out of bed without collapsing.

Harry should've been here instead of me and even if they tried to make me feel better, it never did make me feel better, if anything it only made me feel more depressed. Louis, Liam and Niall all tried to cheer me up, without any success.

Why can't they understand that I don't want to go on without the love of my life, how could they thing it all gets better by making jokes or for that matter yelling? I mean how can't they get that my sun has burned out and only because Harry didn't keep his promise.

He made a promise he could not keep but he made it nonetheless and now I lie here heart broken only because I believed him.

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