Harry's POV

I was waiting for Alison.

I had cooked us some food and the table was set ready so we could have a proper talk but she was still missing. Maybe there was some traffic or she was late for some other reason. But I really hoped she was still coming.

She was already half an hour late and I was feeling exhausted of overthinking about everything. I had thought the words I was going to say to her for the millionth time over and over again. Still when I heard a car parking outside my mind turned blank.

I didn't want to look too enthusiastic so I waited for her to knock. As soon as I heard her knocking lightly a few times I ran to the door.

When I flew the door open I was met with her unreadable expression. She was dressed casually in tight black jeans with a white cardigan. Her hair was unruly brown mess around her face.

"Hi," I said softly and she studied my face for a while before nodding. I stepped out of her way and she walked inside. I watched as she took her worn out boots off her feet and then I motioned her to go in the kitchen.

As soon as she saw the table she turned quickly on her heels and looked at me with a frown. "Look I didn't..." she started but I shushed her. "I just want to talk to you properly," I said and gave her a small smile but she shook her head.

"It's better if I just tell you what I feel now," I didn't like the tone of her voice. She sounded a little scared and suddenly she couldn't look into my eyes anymore.

We fell in awkward silence and she looked some what lost standing in the middle of the kitchen. I decided to start so I cleared my throat. "This few weeks have been terrible without you and I've realized how much I need you in my life," she didn't say anything but I could see her chest raising more heavily while she stared at the floor.

"I love you and I can't be without you. We're going to survive from this I-" I kept going but she cut me off.

"Survive? This isn't something you'll survive, Harry. This is reality! I can't do this," she let out a shaky breath after her words.

"What do you mean you can't do this?" I asked high pitched but I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

"Us," she blurted out but her voice was firm. I was speechless for a moment thinking frantically what to say.

"You might feel like that now but after a month you'll be better," I stuttered. I felt my stomach doing somersaults and the lump forming in my throat. I tried to swallow but it just increased the bad feeling in my stomach.

"I've been thinking these past few weeks about us and no matter how badly I'd want to see our future I can't. There is nothing left," she said with annoyed tone. I couldn't believe what she was saying. I blinked a few times because my eyes had started to water. I took a step closer to her taking her hands in mine and she didn't reject to my surprise.

"But we were starting a life together. A family," my voice sounded weak and begging. "Look at me," I said and raised her chin with my finger. Tears were streaming down her cheeks but her expression was cold.

"Look at us. After... what happened we've acted like strangers. What if we had had a child? We couldn't have live with all the pressure. It was meant like this way," she said.

"Don't say that," I muttered but I hated that she was someway right. When I thought about myself as a dad I didn't see anything just blank. Or I could imagine us being together with the baby in our house. But when I thought about the tour I couldn't see how we could make it.

"And we've gone through so much! All the forgives after some stupid arguments. You can't throw it all away just like that. And... and the time we've been together has been the best time of my life," I was trying to reason her but she just stared at me.

"But I can't just keep going on like before after what happened," she said. "But I'm not asking you to!"

"Harry, I'm sorry but I've made my decision. I can't do this even though I'd wanted to. It would be just fighting and fighting and I'm tired," I stared at her lips when she talked. My hands fell numbly to my sides but somewhere deep inside me I still wanted to find a way she'd stay with me.

"We can be apart for a while... A month? Six months? A year? I don't care I'll wait for you," I sounded desperate to my own ears but I needed her. She couldn't do this to me.

"You need to live your life. You're turning twenty! And I can't promise you anything."

"But there's no one else but you! The first time I saw you I just... I knew we'd be good together," I stated. "We aren't good together at least not anymore," she said flatly and looked away from me to her hands. She started to play with the ring I had given to her and I was scared about what she'd do next. "You're my one and only," I added whispering and her eyes bored into mine quickly.

She took the ring out of her finger and gave it to me. I didn't hold my hand out for her so she took my right arm and placed the ring into my palm. "I'm so sorry, Harry," her voice was thick with emotion as we stared at each other.

"So this is it. You're leaving," I said trying to choke the tears. She couldn't keep it together anymore and started sobbing. "Alison," I breathed and placed my arms around her. Her tears wetted my shirt quickly and I tightened my hold. But then she pushed me away.

"I'm sorry," she repeated the words over and over again as she stormed away from me to the front door. I ran after her and saw her putting her shoes back on. My brain couldn't function anymore and my mouth was agape trying to form some words. But nothing came out. I could just watch my life crashing in front of me.

"You'll see this is for the best I promise you'll be alright I'm so sorry I can't-" she hyperventilated. She gathered her things and was about to open the door when I finally got my muscles to work.

"Wait," my voice was raspy. She stopped with her hand on the knob of the door. She looked at me waiting for me to say something but I just stood there.

"I didn't want it to end like this," she whispered and I took a step closer to her. "It doesn't need to end," I whispered back. "Harry," she sighed and gave me a warning look. I nodded at her knowing there was nothing I could do anymore.

"Can I kiss you... for the last time?" I was surprised that the words left my mouth. I didn't mean to say them. She was silent what felt like a few minutes and I stared at the floor. Then I heard her coming closer. She placed her right hand carefully to my neck getting to her tip toes to reach my lips. She pecked the corner of my lips lightly and I met her eyes after it. Suddenly I felt calm even though she turned around not looking at me anymore when she opened the door and left.

I heard her getting in the car and starting it. When I couldn't hear the car engine anymore I leaned my back against the wall and collapsed on the floor as the tears started to stream down my face vigorously.

Alison's POV

I didn't want to go back to the empty house so I kept driving around for hours. I had cried so much that there wasn't anymore tears left. It hurted to see his face but I knew it would hurt more to stay with him by the time after what had happened. I was somehow relieved it was over and I knew he would find someone sooner or later. Someone who would fill his needs and hopes.

Someone who would be strong enough to stay with him. The sentence kept replaying in my mind and it hurted like hell.

But a larger part of my brain knew it was the right thing to do. It'd be wrong to lie and stay with him even though the thing I'd need was to be alone. I had always got through things by my own and it was the option now too.

I had been so in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I was almost home. I drove past the last blocks and then parked next to the building of my flat. I felt calm. In that moment I knew I needed to toughen and forget the past and then face the world again. I took a little mirror out of my bag and wiped away the ruined mascara with my hands. With the rising courage inside me I smiled at the reflection trying to forget all the bad things.

I'd be much better soon. At least I thought so.

Notes

THE LAST CHAPTER. Okay I'm sorry don't hate me :(

This was what I had planned to happen from the start. Such a terrible person I am. BUT THERE'S SOME GOOD NEWS for the people who might have actually liked my story...

I decided to do a sequel! First I thought doing an epilogue but I got a better idea soooo... hang on there for a while still! And I promise it'd be much better than this one....!

I'm kinda proud I actually wrote the story to its end... I don't know if it's any good and sometimes writing it I lost the faith but yeeeaaah.

I'd like to thank every single one of you who have read the story! I've loved the comments! they always manage to put a smile on my face so thaaanks I love you :) xxxx


gonna start the sequel in a few days! stay tuuneed