"I never stopped loving you," he says, his accented voice thick with the onset of tears, "but I couldn't stand to live without you anymore." I want to scream at him, to scream that if he loved me he wouldn't have cast me aside like every other girl that's fallen over him. But something in me is telling me that he isn't lying, and I love him too much not to give him the chance to gain back what he had so long ago. "Okay." I say, and never in my life have I been more unsure of what would come next. Maybe if I had known about the rollercoaster that would come with that one word I would have used a different one. No. Sorry. Never. Any number of things that I could have said, but I knew then, and I know now that when it comes to Harry Styles, I can never say no.