One Direction Sad Preferences

My Own Little Peace Of Heaven

I always promised myself that I would be strong enough to walk away from a relationship that only brought me down. Always. My happy-go-lucky personality, constantly laughing and smiling, being care-free; I had to protect that. But that was a year ago, isn’t it funny how quickly things can completely change? That was before I met him. I got too sucked in, he totally captivated my attention. I was young, naive, I didn’t know what I was doing.

Ya see, I started dating Harry Styles. One of the most famous teenagers in the world who’s in the band One Direction. I convinced myself that he was good to me, that it was right. That’s what I wanted. I felt trapped with no where to go in a country that I didn’t fit into.

So that’s why I’m leaving. Right now in this dreary, rainy weather I’m about to board my plane back to America. This is the last time I’ll ever see this place, I’m actually kind of excited about that. I’ll never see Harry or his friends again. It’s probably for this best. But maybe I should tell the story from the beginning…

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It all started out three days ago. It was New Year’s the next day but Harry told me he had to be in America for some pre tour promo and he really wanted to go to a Coldplay concert. Of course, I was fine with that. I stayed at home with my roomate, Niall. He’s one of Harry’s bestfriends who’s also in One Direction. It was fine, just like any other day.

I actually went to bed early, I didn’t even stay up to see the ball drop. I was exhausted. If only I had known the pain I would wake up to.

That next morning started out like any other day. As your typical 17 year old girl the first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone. Then I saw it. I had thousands of tweets from girls all over the world asking me if I had seen the pictures. I clicked on some of the links and eventually found a video of what they were talking about. As I watched the video come to an end, tears were pouring from my eyes. Not again. This can’t be real! I saw tons of pictures and links to more and more videos, only joining in on my hysteria. I threw my phone at the wall and screamed. Harry had done it again.

This wasn’t the first time. It was the third. Three times. And that was three too many. The first time Harry just claimed it was ‘for publicity.’ The second time it was because ‘the fans wanted me to.’ I’m sure he’d have another lame excuse for this time. But it wouldn’t matter because I had already made up my mind that if he ever did it again, I would leave him. Three strikes and you’re out. If you haven’t figured it out by now, Harry has cheated on me with a mega-pop star singer back in America.

I laid in my bed and cried for at least ten minutes. I cried hysterically. A million thoughts and emotions were running through my mind. I was sad, angry, and happy all the same time. I thought things like “What do I do now?” “Why did he do this?” “Why doesn’t he love me?” but mostly, “I can’t believe that I actually have to leave him.”

It’s so much harder than I thought it would be. You’d think that after he screwed me over enough I’d be ready to leave, but that wasn’t the case. I got up to get my day started because I had TONS to do now. First I called the airport to get the last flight of the day back to America. Unfortunately it would be until the next day. I couldn’t believe that I was actually leaving. I had one day left. I called my mom and told her what time to be there to pick me up, not giving any details of the events that had occurred.

I heard my phone ding because I had received a text message and my heart dropped. I knew it was Harry. I wasn’t ready to talk to him. Not yet. I ignored his text and began to pack. It would take me a while to get all my stuff packed up. I had been living there for a year now. Good thing I had just gotten a brand new set of five-piece luggage for Christmas.