Harry Styles Imagines

Lover

If there's one thing Y/n can't stand, it's pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that's all she's been getting ever since Harry had broken up with her.

Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never-ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied a room made her feel sick to her stomach. Nobody looked at her the way they used—to as if their perception of her has been altered from a beautiful, humble woman to somebody truly broken hearted.

Talking to people didn't help much, either, considering they live with an irrational fear that one harsh tone could wreck what's left of her. To those, her identity and name have seemed to be forgotten, only to be replaced by the image of a woman whose heart failed to mend.

It's all a myth, really—a myth that hasn't been confirmed or denied within the past four months. Y/n provided no reassurance for anybody, nor did she show any improvement since their break up. But she did try her best. Her attempts to answer the question, "how have you been, you know, since the breakup and all?" with a very well rehearsed "I've been okay" didn't go unnoticed, however, proved no reassurance.

And the pity only got worse when Harry got a new girlfriend.

It was plastered everywhere, the rumors that Harry's new girlfriend stayed at his hotel in Los Angeles and traveled with him back to his home in London. They disclosed that her name was Jessica, who works as a travel blogger.

She was beautiful, too—much more beautiful than Y/n wanted her to be, as selfish and sadistic as it was. She was the perfect image for him, especially at the height of his career.

Y/n's heart hit rock bottom that day. Every unblemished part of it became a ruin, a shattered piece of what was once so full and whole.

Y/n hadn't expected it, not this fast, at least. When Harry initiated the breakup, he told her that it wasn't the end of their relationship. He had promised her that with the right amount of distance, all the problems they've had in their relationship would be fixed entirely.

She believed him, too—that with maybe some time apart, their bitterness towards each other would decease, and all that would remain would be their overwhelming needs for one another.

She should have never been so gullible. She should have never let her trust run that deep. After they broke up, they never spoke to each other again. All their ties had been cut, leaving them both hanging in completely separate lives.

Y/n never got over him. She didn't know how to, especially after being with each other for so long. They were soulmates—they were each other's everything. No matter what came at them, they always found their way back to one another.

But Harry's fame started skyrocketing, leaving Y/n on the ground with no way to reach him anymore. She should have known he'd find someone else—someone more worthy of his time. She just didn't want to believe it and didn't want to believe that it had happened so soon.

"How are you feeling?" Gabby asks, reaching over the wooden table so that her fingers can rest on top of Y/n's hand—a small gesture that Gabby has been giving Y/n nearly every day for the past four months.

Y/n wishes she found it as comforting as it intended to be, however she couldn't help feeling worse whenever Gabby did so.

It's all pity. Everything was because of pity.

She looks down at her cold, untouched hot chocolate as she swirls the straw along the brim, resisting to roll her eyes as it's the only question everybody has seemed to ask her recently.