Truly Sincere [Part 1]

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"priest think its a devil, & mum think its a flu,.... But girl its only you" Liam spoke

"love can be frightening for sure" Louis added while singing, they were all singing along the rhythm

"and follow your heart even tho it'll break....." I whispered loud enough for Harry to hear it

"Roger that" he winked at me and leaned in and kissed my shoulder

"gosh!! You are good Jas" Liam said

"Not really, it just felt right" I laughed

"I appreciate" Niall nodded his head

Maybe it was the weather of maybe it was the conscience, but Jasmin knew that today's gonna be the day of the buzzkill

"Honey! Could we speak after work?" I mumbled in Harry's ear and left the place when he nodded. I walked out in the backyard of the studio, I placed my fourth cup of coffee half empty on the table and stood just under the edge of the roof, rain was still pouring down, I breathed in to gather some strength from fresh air, but how much could I get on a nauseated anxious caffeinated stomach. My chest was heavy with the distress and restlessness for the act I was about to do. I placed my hand on my chest and closed my eyes for a little while, just when I felt someone standing right beside me

"Harry" I mumbled his name and he picked up my still warm half sipped coffee mug and took a sip

"How many of these you get today?" Harry made a hysterical face which brought an unexpected smile to my lips, the coffee was stronger than Harry's usual

"How'd the writing go?" resting my neck on my hand I tilted my head to side to take a clear view of Harry's face

"It was good, you were there, almost the whole time" he intimately moved closer to me and slid his hands down my waist, I loosened my hands and placed them on his shoulders and I looked in his eyes for a brief moment that my conscience kicked me out of the instant. I quickly moved back in awkwardness and walked a bit back, leaving Harry in suspicion

"Harry! I love you,..." I went silent, not knowing how to initiate the torturous conversation

"Why do I sense a but in here?" Harry tried to come close again, I didn't recoil back from his touch when he held my forearms

"I don't know how to say this, but we're over Harry" I blurted out, he didn't move an inch, he had the same frown, no change of expression at all

"Our story is meant to stay incomplete, you and me ... was not the best idea after all" that was my limit of holding back my tears, I started tearing up a little

"That's the coffee speaking" Harry's frown softened and his hands slid towards my shoulders

"Harold" I spoke sternly and he looked me in the eye and all of sudden he moved back turned around to not face me anymore, I stayed quiet to let him absorb the moment

"Why! All of sudden?" Harry spoke after a brief seconds of silence

"I've been trying to talk to you for a couple of weeks,..." My words were stuck in my throat and before I could complete my sentence Harry cut me off

"Were you now" he turned around, his eyes were not teary, not that I wanted them to be, but they weren't surprisingly teary, but as much as he was confused I noticed anger in his eyes, I looked down at my feet embarrassingly

"There was a thing, and a thing after thing.." I sounded ridiculous that I covered my face with my hands and I sobbed, Harry stayed there quietly. The instant was filled with the sound of clouds roaring at us that I jumped a little and looked up at Harry who was already looking at me in hurt