Author's Note: I'm so done writing sad imagines. This took all my energy. Anyways, this is part 3 to Two Ghosts. Tell me if you want a part 4(a happy part 4) or if I should stop here. Love, M.
"This poor man is massaging himself!"
I sat at the end of the table, watching Harry rub his eyebrows with his fingers from afar. I squinted at him, smiling as I observed him closely.
If two people really loved each other, they could get over anything. That is what my dad said. As wise as my dad could be at times, I found his advice for Harry and me troubling. It was genuinely good advice but there was a problem. I didn't know if Harry really loved me. He told me countless of times before he loved me but I didn't know how much he loved me. Did he love me more than enough to want to actuallybe with me or was I just some girl he wanted by his side so he could feel better about himself?
I watched Harry talk to his friend across the table. Harry's dimples peaked out of his cheeks as he laughed with his friend. I looked down at my plate, biting my bottom lip. I didn't feel like he loved me. Compared to everyone else in his life, I didn't feel like I was that important to him. Despite having dinner with his friends who I was introduced to a long time ago, I didn't feel like I belonged. I felt Harry and I didn't belong together.
"So, Y/N, when is Harry releasing new music?" I heard Cara ask me.
I looked up to her, not hearing her say anything besides my name.
"What?" I asked her.
"Harry's music" Cara said. "I would ask Harry about it but he's always been secretive about his plans"
"Oh, he definitely is" I told her. "I always feel like the last to know anything"
"Really?" Cara asked me. "He hasn't told you anything yet?"
I looked to Harry who was still in deep conversation with his friend. I looked back to Cara.
"I need the bathroom" I said, standing up from the table. "I'll be right back"
I walked away from the table and to the bathroom. I entered the room, searching and finding an empty stall at the end. I went in and closed the stall, locking it. I stood back against the stall's wall. I buried my face in my hands.
Why was I here? Why was I wasting my time with people I didn't belong with? They all make me feel exhausted. Harry, most of all.
I removed my hands from my face. I looked up at bathroom's ceiling. The fluorescent light shined in my eyes. They were blinding. I looked down, staring at the dirty tiles.
What was the point of being with Harry anymore? Ever since Niall told me about Kendall, I couldn't think of one reason why I should stay with Harry. Yes, Harry did make me happy in ways I never I thought I could be but that was before I found out the truth. After I found out, things just . . . changed.
I still loved Harry. I did, so much that sometimes I felt consumed by it. But after finding out what actually happened between Kendall and him, I began to think maybe I was better off without him. There had to be a reason why I felt like I didn't belong with him anymore and maybe this was why. Maybe we were better off with other people. If I wasn't that important to Harry, then I deserved someone else who saw me and treated me as such. I deserved someone who I can stare at and wouldn't have the image of them kissing another person pop into my head. I deserved a superhero or anyone who at least treated me better than Harry. And if Harry did love me more than I did think, then he had to prove it to me.
Maybe my dad was right. Maybe if two people loved each other, they could get past anything. Maybe if both people loved each other enough to make an effort to keep their relationship alive. I wanted to keep my relationship with Harry's alive but I didn't know if I was willing to make more of an effort to keep it going. I alreadly felt I was doing more than enough. More than enough that I felt consumed by it. I just didn't know if Harry was willing to make an effort too. More importantly, if I should give him the chance to.
