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"You didn't come to the office today."
Harry almost thought it was you, from the moment he heard the hum of the engine of a car outside, when the gate buzzed when the code was put in, when the sound of keys jingled while one was shoved into the hold and when the first image of the person was seen through the glass of his door.
Harry almost thought.
He knew it wasn't you the moment he heard the hum of the engine of a car that was heavier than yours, when the gate buzzed when the code was put in because you always call first to ask if he could open it for you so you wouldn't go down, when the sound of keys jingled while one was shoved into the hole because he knows you already bring out the one beforehand, only needing one push and one turn, when the first image of the person was seen through the glass of his door because it's Niall and it's not you.
Harry knows.
His eyes flickered to the brunette who's still clad in his COO work clothes - the suit and the glasses that were now prescription - looking at him with his hands tucked in his pockets and his eyebrows furrowed.
He knew something was up the moment Harry, CEO of Styles Inc., didn't show up this morning, deeply knowing that he wouldn't go absent without atleast a two-days notice and a call to him.
"I didn't."
He obviously confirmed as he repeated, his hand swirling the glass of wine as Niall eyed him gently, sitting on the other side of the couch across Harry.
It was the first time he saw him like this, calm yet not at all collected; his aura displaying either the CEO composure that's very professional nor carrying the grin that made his eyes crinkle and his nose do too.
Harry's rock bottom.
"Y'know, that's her favorite film."
His eyes merely looked at the movie playing in the flat screen, his lips tucked in between his teeth as he repeated the words again on his head, keeping to mind of the 'a little break' you left out as he looked at you the night before with his lips parted and your duffel bag packed.
Niall didn't utter a word as he's inspecting the details, his heart filling with pity for his close friend who he has never seen before that was tearing up quietly, eyes red and his nose puffy.
"And this," he gestured to the spot he's sitting on before he paused again, fingers anxiously tapping against his clothing as he knows letting it out wouldn't make a difference yet still continued.
"S'her favorite spot."
Harry's voice cracked as it physically hurt him because he felt it was tearing at the seams, yet he knows that so is his heart.
He never felt this way to say the least, and he never felt so empty, dull and shitty at the most.
"This - s'her favorite blanket."
He held up the blanket that was draped over him, wrapping him up completely as he huffed over the memory coming back of it being meant for a king-sized bed, yet with you being so persistent and him letting you, demands were met as it was ruled to be just there, meant for use by only the two of you.
"And I," he huffed, chuckling lowly as he looked down onto what he doesn't know because of the tears blocking his eyes, ignoring the look of his friend who's now occupied and involved in the situation.
"I can't feel anything."
Harry breathed in deeply as he let out another wave of tears that only added to the more he shed ever since he heard the door close, not believing you really left until his alarm sounded without you there by his side urging him to turn it off.
He knows the usual when it comes to the line of needing a small break from it having been so oftenly mentioned both in movies and by his friends, now refusing to believe the stand he had on it until now.
He didn't dare to think that you would leave him yet here he is, more than broken and less than what he thinks he would be ever since the words were uttered.
Harry had felt what it's like to be left but this was different, firmly in belief that this was what his friends warned him of, something he has felt and thought would be the same than what he experienced at times before.
"Love? Why are you still up?"
He asked almost rhetorically when he knows that you wouldn't answer, only saying the words for the sake of it when he saw the light turned on in your shared bedroom while everything else wasn't.
He just came home from work, the work being a company's party tonight that he knows have set potentials and put him maybe two steps forward, thus having numerous remarks that made him stay there for a little longer.
It was when he opened the knob and did see that you were up was that there's a thought lingering in his mind yet he ignored it, blocked it out of his mind and put it aside.
Your gaze met his, lips slightly parted as Harry took a step closer, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at what's on the edge of the bed, having previously seen it when he came in.
"Y-you're leaving me?"
His mind blanked and so did the words in his mouth, gaze switching in between you and the duffel bag that was already packed, car keys already in your grasp and your eyes set low on the floor.
There was guilt rising and you felt it too, assuring yourself that you may have had a share of fault but this was something Harry seen was inevitable but deemed it impossible because he's coping up with the fact that you'd stick with him, no matter what happens.
"Just for a while."
"What - what do you mean just for a while?"
He rambled as his fingers grazed against one another anxiously, his tone demanding yet afraid as he followed you when you held the bag, your eyes still set on the floor.
Harry's throat's tight and his heart's on a knot, the feeling of regret settling heavy upon him.
It's heartbreak.
Niall couldn't control what's happening, at a loss for words when he saw him break down harshly, his voice there to coax him into calming down, his hand on his shoulder.
He almost thrashed, shaking his head as his bottom lip's quivering and his chest rising up and down, not holding back what he was feeling because there was no absolute use for it.
Harry's whispering under his breath, rocking himself back and forth as you would do when he didn't feel anything besides pent-up emotion, his fingers shaking as his heart ached.
"I don't want to lose her."
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