Can You Feel My Heart?

Epilogue

well.

it's only taken 3 years to get to here. 

do you all hate me for it. also is there anyone even here who has been reading this for that long. lets be real here probably not. But it's been a ride, i love you all, goodbye. 

Would any of you read a new Narry story I'm planning? if so please let me know in the comments (:

remember: harry is bisexual, niall is gay.    much love to all ♥

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Harry wasn't the same the day he proposed to Niall.

Everything was different now.

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"... well?" Harry gulped, his eyes frantically moving around Niall's face for any sign of a response.

"... no, no I won't."

"W-what?!" Harry asked when Niall climbed out of the bed and started to put on his clothes.

"I said no, Harry." Niall snapped, packing his things faster and making sure he avoided all eye contact with Harry.

"But why? You wanted to propose too! you wanted this along with me! We were a team..." Harry was distraught, trying to pull Niall's clothes out of his bag and try to make him stay.

"I don't love you anymore." Niall said bluntly, and Harry felt like his heart was ripped out.

"W-Why? What changed, Ni?" Harry whispered, his voice wavering with tears threatening to make an appearance.

"I changed. I realised that you aren't right for me. You're a toxic person and I don't want to be with someone like that, let alone marry them." Niall spat, his voice harsh, Harry sitting at the edge of the bed taking each blow as they came.

"B-but... I bought us a house... a proper house to raise our children..." Harry stammered, all his plans for the future playing through his head.

"I don't care, Harry." Niall spoke, his words like venom.

"Please don't be like this! Niall I love you!" Harry yelled, desperate to keep Niall in his life.

"I don't love you." Niall was firm, his tone lifeless.

"Yes, you do baby. I know you do." Harry tried to reach for his face, to just touch him again, but Niall moved away so fast Harry choked on air.

"Don't fucking touch me. Don't fucking touch me." Niall hissed, pushing clothes into his bag faster, needing to get out of the penthouse and out of Harry's life.

"But we, but you and I... Darling we were so happy." Harry sobbed, feeling stupid more than anything that he let himself get attached to a boy who ended up treating him like all the other sluts he dated; using him for his money.

"We were never happy, I was just pretending." Niall was tense, his voice cold and his posture closed off.

"You-you expect me to believe that? The what, 3 years we've been together you were pretending the entire time? Niall why are you doing this, please tell me." Harry allowed himself to cry now, his tears hitting his cheeks as they fell.

"No Harry, I don't. I do, however, expect you to believe that I'm leaving you." And with that, Niall was out of the bedroom, out of the penthouse, and out of Harry's life, leaving him there alone, in their once shared bedroom, crying and helpless.