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"I loved you."

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Days.

You haven't seen him in days. Haven't seen a smile graced on his scientifically proven to be beautiful face. Haven't seen him in bed, lying beside you, all snuggled up in the warmth of the covers or in the kitchen making some breakfast. You haven't seen him nor have you heard his voice in days.You swear to yourself that if it wasn't for the interviews he's done, if it wasn't for the videos you have of him on your phone, you'd forget how his voice sounds.

You know he's a busy guy, he's an international pop star for goodness sake, but he's on a break at the moment which usually means he doesn't have much to do except chill with his friends and visit his family.And that's something he'd usually do in the late afternoon / early evening.The mornings and early nights were always the time for the two of you, whether you'd be stuck in bed together or going out for lunch.

However, this time, since he's come back, he leaves when you're still asleep and pops back when you've fallen asleep.And if he does stay at home, he's always in his office, doing who knows what. He's blatantly ignoring you and you don't know what to do because every time you open your mouth, he either steps to the side and walks out of the room or he rolls his eyes in annoyance.
You don't know what to do because you don't if the two of you even have a relationship with the way he's been acting recently. You don't take it to heart though, seeing as you keep making excuses for his behaviour which is something you know you can't do any longer.You can't keep making excuses for his shitty behaviour...

He's at home today.

You know this because the second he left the room, your eyes fluttered open.You sat up and waited for the front door to close with a bang.When it didn't, you threw back the covers, stumbling to the bathroom to brush your teeth.You brush your teeth so hard, you start to bleed.Spitting the blood out, you rinse your mouth before making your way back to the bedroom to change.

You walk down and rather than making yourself some breakfast, you stride towards his home office.You knock on the door, only to be met with a 'm'busy' .Your heart flutters at the sound of his voice, you haven't heard it since he's been avoiding you.His voice, though grumbled, sounds so hoarse and exhausted.

Without knocking the door, you open the door.Harry stays silent, however, you notice how his clenches his jaw and how he narrows his eyes at the paper in front of him.
"We need to talk." You state.

"It's half nine in the morning, I've got work to do." Harry replies, his eyes still on the paper.He grabs a pen from the pen holder and takes the lid off.He places the lid on the back of the pen as he lowers the object towards the empty paper.

"I don't care," you remark, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well I do," he chews his lips, writing a lyric he think might work for his next song.

"Harry." You comment, glaring at him.

"M'busy." He groans, gripping the pen tighter as he presses the nub of the pen into the paper.He can't even concentrate with the way you keep talking.

"Harry." You repeat.

"I said m'fucking busy.Will you leave me alone?" He hisses, turning to look at your with a snarl.His eyebrows are scrunches together and his jaw is still tensed.

"I need to talk to you."

"Talk to m'later," he growls, swivelling his chair the other way.

"I'm not going to go cos I want to talk to you now," you pester him.

He slams his free hand against the desk and drops the pen that was in his other hand.He pushes back his book and twirls around.

"What?" He yells, standing up. "What the fuck d'you wanna talk about that's more important than m'writing.I haven't had the inspiration to write in weeks and when I finally do get the inspiration, you pop out of nowhere.So please," Harry says, voice cold, "tell me what the fuck is so important."

"Our relationship." You utter out, scoffing, raising an eyebrow as you do so.Your arms are still crossed over your chest seeing as you aren't bothered to remove them.
Harry rolls his eyes,"so nothin' important then?"

Your eyes widen in shock and his eyes widen in shock over the fact that he'd just said that.He didn't mean to say that but just because he said that, doesn't mean he regrets his words.Because he doesn't.

"What?" You ask, your voice barely can be heard.
"You heard me," he cocks his head, unable to stop running his mouth.

"What...Why..Why isn't it important anymore?" You question, lowering your head to the floor so you don't have to look him in the eyes when he answers you. You close your eyes hesitantly, scared of what he'll say next.Your gulp, your breathing becoming uneven.

"I loved you," he admits, shaking his head,"but not anymore.I don't love you anymore and m'sorry for that."
Tears well up in your eyes and you let out a sniffle. You weren't expecting that.You clench your eyes harder, an attempt to stop the tears from falling.You bite the tip of your tongue, harshly, to stop yourself from turning into blubbering mess.

You shake your head and clear your throat, profusely - you won't let him see how hurt you are - you won't let yourself cry because you tell yourself that this isn't the time.You can do all that later when you're alone.

"Sorry for what?" You remark. "Sorry for me leading on for the past...Who knows how long you've been out of love with me for...Are you sorry for all that?Huh?Are you sorry for leading me on." You uncross your arms and take a step back.

"Yeah, m'sorry about that as well," he apologises though it doesn't sound like he's sorry." But don't make me out to be a bad guy."

"We were meant to be forever," you whisper a promise he'd made when the two of you were in bed one night.
"People fall out of love all the time," he shrugs.

"You're a bastard, you know that?"

"I know."