The Girl Underneath The Mistletoe ~Harry Styles love story~

The Departure ~Harry Styles love story~

Hey baby carrots. 
I don't know if any of you still care that I write, but hey I don't blame you it's almost been four months. I am really sorry and really don't have an excuse besides me becoming very studious and movie-obsessed. 

I understand, very selfish. I am so sorry. 

I am thinking the story is going for about 5-10 more parts.(: 

Let me know if you approve or if not. It is with a heavy heart that I say that. I am a terrible person and I have just been going through a lot. Bitches and all that jazz. But hey, we are all here for a reason. So, without further a do... here's the next part. 

Summer 20 years of age

Two years has passed. Summer ruffled her fingers through her hair as it broke her heart to feel the need to do this. Why did things have to change so much? Nothing feels right anymore, Harry doesn't seem to care about Summer anymore and Summer...Summer feels confused. She knows Harry is working hard but she knows he doesn't love her anymore. As much as it hurt her, she knew she had to end things for Harry's sake. 

Harry agrees with whatever she says, non-chantaly aswell, she just doesn't want to end up alone and miserable in her fifities. She won't do that to herself. Maybe all Harry was just a first love...an experience. 

Summer walked up to their bedroom and knocked quietly on their door to see Harry sitting up in their bed, reading over a paper (probably song lyrics) squinting and focusing in on the paper. Valentine sat, ignored, at the foot of their bed as Summer cleared her throat.

Harry looked up, bored and tired as he smiled slightly, "Hey babe. Did you bring me a sandwich or something?" Summer looked bewildered at him as he just looked back down at his paper. "Do you think this lyric makes sense, baby you're the fire to my ice?" 

"Harry, I don't know if I can do this." 

Chuckling, Harry spoke "Babe, it's just a lyric." 

"Harry... I don't mean the song. I mean us. I don't know if I...want to be together anymore." This made Harry's head slowly drift upward, trying to detect any joking manner from Summer. All displayed on Summer's face was hurt and tear filled eyes.

"What do you mean, Summer? We've been together forever. We are perfect for each other. Come sit by me." Harry smiled as he felt as though he solved the problem. 

Summer, once again, ran her fingers through her hair as she sighed. "I-I packed all my clothes. I will take Valentine with me. I'm sorry, Harry. I love y ou, but you don't love me anymore. A-and...I don't want to spend the rest of my life unloved by my partner." 

Harry quickly got out of the bed as Valentine hopped off the bed as well, going toward Summer. "Baby, are you serious?! You can't leave me! I love you! More than anything! I am working this hard for you! Please tell me this is a joke." Harry pleaded as he inched closer to Summer.

"Harry, you ignore me. I feel as though we are a divorced couple and we are only twenty! I understand you are in the biggest boy band in the world, but you were famous two years ago and you at least cared for me then. I can't do this to myself, you need someone who can understand your busy life style. I can't. I really don't want you proving your love or anything, you have your career and I get it now, that I am really not in the plan of your career path. I am sorry." Before she could finish her sentence, she began to cry. This hurt her so much, but she had to.

"Summer. Please, don't...go." Harry whispered as he caressed her face softly. Summer looked at him with teary eyes and turned away. It was easier that way. She didn't have to see his beautiful, broken face.