Harry had just gotten back from tour with his band mates. Five long months.
Five long months of arguing over and over about the same thing.
Five long months of tears and heartbreak. I'm simply tired of it all.
Why should I have to go through so much shit because I love someone who never has time for me.
We were seated in an Italian restaurant at seven, trying to enjoy our date.
Key word-trying.
I huffed in frustration as the squealing teenagers ranted on and on about how hot my boyfriend was.
Do they not see me or are they just choosing to ignore me. I get them asking him for autographs, but gosh, just leave already!
Harry shot me a sheepish smile as he took a picture with yet another girl.
I was never the clingy girlfriend that got upset when fans swarmed my man.
I'm not upset because they're asking for pictures and autographs. I'm upset because I haven't seen Harry for five months. We've only spoken to each other two of those months.
I'm upset because even though he's here, I feel like he's still a million miles away.
I'm going to snap any minute. How much more of this does he expect me to take?
Just as the large group of girls left, another bunch ran over to the table.
That's when I snapped.
"You know what Harry? Fuck this. I'm done." I grabbed my purse and stood from my seat.
"Y/N wait!" I could hear his steps from behind me, but I had no intentions to stop.
When I stepped out of the building, I was swarmed with paparazzi, yelling questions at me and flashing lights in my face.
Another thing I'm sick and tired of.
I have no peace!
"Babe, wait, please."
I wasn't surprised when he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a stop.
"What?" I snapped
"I'm sorry Y/N. Can we talk about this?"
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "There's nothing to talk about Harry. I can't keep up with your lifestyle, I can't keep up with you. I can't do this any-"
"Don't say that. Babe we can work it out, we always do."
"I'm tired of working it out Harry. I'm not going to ask you to choose between your career and your girlfriend, so I made the decision that makes me happy. I don't want to do this anymore."
I looked away from him when the tears started to build up in my eyes. I love him, always have, but it just isn't working anymore. Our love isn't enough to keep this relationship going...it never was.
I walked away from him. I walked away from the only man that has ever made me feel like I mattered. The only man that I've ever loved.
No doubt, the stupid paparazzi will make our breakup headline news tomorrow.
I never wanted to hurt Harry, but I also had to look out for myself.
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