He smelled of Irish Spring soap and faintly of a musky deodorant. I nuzzled my face into the warm crevice made by his shoulder meeting his neck and breathed in his soft scents. This was our last day together for a week and I wanted to savor his sweet smell.

“What are you doing, Shelly?” he asked, his British accent thickened with grogginess.

“Just cuddling you,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his slender chest and pulling him closer to me. He used the arm I was laying on to play with my long, pale lavender curls.

“I never get to do this enough with you,” I whispered, the inevitable tears prickling at my eyes.

“Baby, it’s only a week this time. I’ll call you every night before bed so we can fall asleep talking like we always do, I promise,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

“That doesn’t even matter! You’re never here! I miss you! Why can’t I come?” the tears were now freely streaming down my cheeks.

“Shelly, we’ve been over this! You can’t miss that much school. I’m not going to let you ruin your future over me,” he said, looking down at me, a stern look darkening his green eyes.

“I don’t care about my bloody future! I just want to see my goddamn boyfriend! Ever since you got on X Factor and made your stupid band, it’s like you’re slowing disappearing!” I was sobbing now. I buried my face into his bare shoulder and let it out, my body heaving with each sob.

Harry rubbed my back, trying to soothe the pain his new fame was causing me. He didn’t say anything, though. It was completely silent except for my sobs. I looked up at Harry, tears running steadily down my face, my nose running, and my head bobbing up and down with hiccups. He looked down at me, tears streaming down his perfect face, a guilty look heavy on his features.

“I don’t want you to be unhappy anymore,” he whispered before kissing me softly then getting out of bed and gathering his sheathed clothes.

“WH-what are you doing? Harry, are you leaving me?” my voice raised to a shriek, the hysterics of the possibility kicking in.

He paused and then nodded his head weakly, leaving the room while pulling his clothes on as he went. I jumped out of bed, still in my underwear and dashed after him.

“But Harry, I love you! You can’t leave me!” I yelled at him, grabbing his arm and trying to drag me back into my room.

Harry stopped in his tracks and spun around, snatching his arm away.

“This is for the better, Shelly,” he said thickly before rushing out of the flat.

Notes

This is a test run. If people like it enough, I'll add more to it