Authors Note: Hi! My amazing friend tomlinsonstreet made me an amazing cover. I'm so in love with it. Thank you!
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You see, as soon as I turned 18 I moved right to London to pursue my dream of being a photographer. London is so beautiful I thought I'd have inspiration, not heartbreak. I have a job at a minor photography store but it's only part time. Harry takes up most of my time.
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My phone rang quietly, playing an annoying iPhone ringtone. I walked into the kitchen to get my phone. I shouldn't even bother, I knew that it was a text from Harry. I sighed deepy but opened it anyway.
New text from: Harry Styles:
Can I please just talk to you for 10 minutes, please? I love you. x
I sighed as I read those words. I know I wanted to, but I know this would just end in a fight and most likely someone from One Direction coming to my door, invading my privacy, and telling me Harry loves me. I've heard it a million times.
Let me tell you something, I still do love Harry. Yes, love. I will not let that show, though. It's been a long 3 months standing my ground about not giving into Harry and I'm not letting my guard down now.
I know he loves me, I know he truly does. I love him, but he hurt me. Harry hurt me so bad and I'm not sure I'm ready to forgive him. I know I always say he hurt me and that's why I won't date him, but it's true. I have no other reason, honesty. That is basically my only reason that I am not dating him.
I love him I'm just not ready. I'm scared to get hurt again. It's not fair to me, and I am the only one who get's hurt. Harry didn't seem hurt, he just seemed broken. There's a difference.
Harry is very sweet, but he's mean. Well, not like that. He's mean because of what he did. I trusted him with my entire heart. Cheating made me think very differently of him, in a bad way. I used to think he was a caring, great person, now all I see is that image of him and his other.
That moment I was them kissing, I swear I felt my heart literally shatter into a million pieces. I hope he heard it too, then he would feel guilty for hurting me. That's how it feels to get your heart broken.
He hurt me and I don't plan on letting him back into my life any time soon. At least I hope, I hope I can be strong enough and not let my guard down. Looking at his broken eyes isn't easy, but it has to be done in order to help myself move on.
I texted him back, You have five minutes, come over.
This was a bad choice, I know it was. Maybe he could possibly change my mind? There was something deep, deep inside of me that wanted everything to work out. Might I add a small sliver of hope, also. I also knew that wouldn't happen though, he hurt me. In all honesty, I miss him.
I wish he would just run up into my apartment, tackle me onto the couch, smother me with kisses. Then we can lay together for the rest of the night. Not saying anything, just cuddling. I want to be in his arms again.
I heard a knock on my door, signaling that Harry was over. It was a light knock, like he was afraid he'd break the door.
"I would try and apologize but I've said everything I could have said. Nothing has changed your mind." Harry said as he walked through my door. Oh, how he was wrong.
There was one thing that could change my mind, I just haven't thought about it yet. One thing that could make our relationship whole again, but again, I haven't thought about it.
