𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Remember Me?

A/N: I would like to clarify that in this story you are 20 years old. Enjoy :)
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Laying in my bed, staring straight up at the ceiling, I let the tears roll down my cheeks. I'd lost count of how many times this had happened, but here we are once again. I turned to my side and looked at my bedside table, which had a tiny plastic ring on it, and I cried more.

Five years ago

I ran around the park with Harry having the time of my life when suddenly I fell and scraped my knee. I started crying so much and he sprinted over to me and hugged me, and put a plaster on it.

H: "Does that feel better?"

Y/N: Yes. Thank you, Harry, you're the best." I smiled widely.

He grinned, showing the dimples indented into his little cheeks, and then kissed me on the cheek. He held my hand and ran over to a tree, with me very close behind.

Y/N: "Our parents are going to wonder where we are..." I whispered.

H: "Shh, that doesn't matter right now." He groaned.

I nodded my head.

H: "You know how we've been the bestest friends forever now?"

Y/N: "Yeah...?"

H: "Well I was wondering if now we should get married!" He said excitedly.

He then pulled out a plastic ring from his pocket, and I giggled.

Y/N: "That's perfect!" I grinned.

I took the ring from him and put it on my finger.

H: "Now we are married forever." He said proudly.

He closed his eyes and puckered up his lips and leaned his head right forward towards me, when suddenly:

A: "Harry, sweetheart, time to head home!" His mum called.

He huffed, crossed his arms and stomped his foot whilst frowning.

H: "Ugh, I have to go." He sighed.

Y/N: "It's okay, we can see each other tomorrow." I grinned.

H: "Yeah! Bye Y/N, I love you!" He called and ran away.

I giggled and ran back off to my mum.

Present Time

Oh, how I wish we were still like that. It breaks my heart knowing that Harry is somewhere right now in the world having the time of his life. Ever since he left for X Factor, he's been completely different: at the beginning, he was great, but he started getting more famous and was busier and therefore wasn't spending as much time with me as we used to. It got to the point where we could spend no time together, and he would barely text: he had forgotten me.

It was hard to come to terms with things, but I did it. I was also the one who called him and ended things, but only because I couldn't go on any longer. He was a bit cold to me and didn't seem to care, almost like he wanted it. I should've known that fame would take over. How could I be so stupid?

I looked around at the walls and looked at the photos of us. We were so happy. What did I do wrong? What did he do wrong? What did we do wrong? He's moved on now, and he's made new friends and probably found girls that are so much better than me; I feel so insecure right now. Right now would be a perfect time to be in his arms and have him whispering in my ear that everything will be okay. Yesterday I decided to take off the cross necklace that he gave me a while back; I've never taken it off before, only when I shower, and I keep it with me at all times.