Harmony’s POV
“You mean, it actually took one little girl to give me the balls to ask you out for a second time?”

“Yup. She was too cute.”

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, “We sure have some history, don’t we?”

“You could say that.”

We take this moment to just stare into each other’s eyes. I’m smiling; he’s smiling; it’s like nothing ever happened. We almost look normal. Then his expression changes into a frown, and I reciprocate.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“It’s just, this is the second time we’re having to start from scratch. Don’t you think that there is any meaning to this? Everything happens for a reason, doesn’t it?” he points out.

“Well, that’s true, but we’re doing this for a reason too, are we not?”

“I think we should give up,” he states clearly. For a second, I’m pretty sure he’s joking, but then I look up. His face has serious written all over it.

“Wh- what?”

“I said, I think we should-”

“Oh, I heard what you said, but why? Why would you say that?”

“Something doesn’t want us to be together, so I think we should just give up on us ever being something. Sure, we might have been something, but there’s something in my head telling me that this is going to work out.”

He was so forward. What happened to the Harry that wasn’t going to give up? What happened to him? I guess that’s what happens when he thinks he’s still 19. Tears stream down my face, anger filling my eyes.

“Please don’t cry. It’s not you; it’s me. I just don’t think this is going to work,” he said.

“Don’t cry? You expect me not to cry! Harry, you were my everything! I loved you! You’re giving up on us…” I started out furious and simmered down on my last sentence. “What happened to the Harry the would never give up? Where’s that guy?”

“Well, isn’t life disappointing? That guy isn’t me. I’m sorry…”

“No you’re not. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be the one severing my heart my heart into a million pieces right now,” I raged. I stood up and threw my napkin down before storming down the steps and out into the streets of my official new home.

Harry’s POV
After she walked out, I just stayed there, bowing my head. There was a voice in my head telling me that this would never work, so I listened to it. I crushed the girl’s dreams. I killed whatever bond we used to share. I killed us.

I kindly paid the waitress for dinner and collected my items to leave. I walked out of the restaurant and got into the car. I laid my head on the steering wheel. I can’t go back now. Harmony is going to be there, and she made it very clear that she never wanted to see me again. That’s what I get for breaking her heart, so instead of going back to where she is, I did what I do best. I got drunk at a club. That totally helped me clear my head of the horrible thing I just did.

Harmony’s POV
I knew everyone would be here, yet I went in anyways. I had me heels in my hand, and my makeup smeared all over my face from the serious crying I had been doing. I had taken my hair out, so it roamed wildly up and across my face sticking to wet spots where tears had traveled. I opened the door and heard them all laughing in the living room. I tried to sneak through the kitchen, but Mr. Niall Horan just can’t live without his food.

“Harmony… What happened? You look like you just got out of the jungle. Where’s Harry?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said and ran off to my room. I closed the door and locked it. I slid my back down the cold exterior of the door.

“Harmony?” someone called. I shot my head up.

“Zayn? What are you doing in my room?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Curiosity got the best of me. What happened to you? Is Harry back too?”

“Um… it’s kind of a long story… Harry isn’t here.”

“We have time. What happened?” he asked again this time sitting next to me.

“He gave up…” I whispered under my breath as if realization had just hit me. “He gave up on us…” I said and a new wave of tear joined my face cascading into small waterfalls down my cheeks.

“Why? Why would he do that?” Zayn asked as he rubbed my shoulder to comfort me. At this point, however, nothing could comfort me.

“He said… that something inside his head… was telling him… that it would never work,” I paused. “He listened to it.”

Zayn tensed up from beside me. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He looked about ready to beat someone up. “Where is he?” he asked through gritted teeth.


“I don’t know…”

He got up and pulled me up with him. Zayn dragged me through the door and out into the living room.

“Oh my gosh! Harmony, what happened?” El asked.

“Not important. Guys, come on. We need to go find Harry. You girls stay here,” Zayn demanded. The guys followed Zayn swiftly out of the door. He would surely explain to them what happened.

The girls pulled me onto the couch and engulfed me in a giant group hug. I cried into a pillow and let them try to comfort my empty heart, but nothing they did helped. Then I realized: Harry doesn’t deserve my tears. No boy that breaks my heart will ever deserve my tears.

“He gave up on us,” I explained to the girls.

“That bloody manwhore!” Perrie exclaimed. “Why in the bloody hell would he do that?”

I took all of my anger out. I was no longer going to be shy on this subject. I showed sass and fierceness in my voice. “He said that it was never going to work between us. Some voice in his head just told him that we weren’t going to work, and he listened to it.” I was fuming.

“I hope he dies alone. He can’t just do that because something told him it was the right thing to do! He can go die in a hole!”

“But that’s cruel,” El said.

“Who cares? He deserves it!” Dani said. I’m surprised. Dani doesn’t yell too often even when her head is about to explode.

“Can we just get over it? What’s done is done. He’s never coming back; he doesn’t care about me,” I say.

El steps in, “That’s nonsense. Harry was being stupid. He doesn’t know what he wants! There’s still a place for you in his heart. There always will be. Just like Perrie said: something is just stopping him from knowing that.”

Zayn’s POV
I was ready to kill a body. Harry just ruined everything. All of the boys shared equal feelings to mine. No one hurts family. We may not ne related in any way, but we are family nonetheless, and Harry has ruined our family. We split up and scoured the city for any sign of him. It was Louis and I on the west side and Liam and Niall of the east.

“Zayn, isn’t that the car?” Louis nudged me and pointed at the small rental car. I immediately pulled the car over to the car and slammed on the brake.

“Chain Reaction. Lou, this is a club…” I trailed off. Of course, Harry went to a club. He’s drinking to forget. He obviously feels bad for what he did, but it was what he thought was best. “Call up Liam and Niall; I’m going in.”

The music got louder as I entered the club. I’m pretty used to it though. A crowd of sweaty, drunk people in hopes of getting taken home, but none of them better be after Harry. When I get my hands on him, I’m going to kill that boy. Well, not in public. The paparazzi are outside, and that would be bad on me. I try to make my way up to the VIP section, so I can view the entire club.

Too many lights are flashing, and it’s hard to see through sober eyes. It’s way easier when you’re drunk. The lights don’t even matter then. I reach the top and scan the club. I notice Louis walk in with Niall and Liam. I wave to them and shrug my shoulders. They break up and I keep searching from my post.

That’s when I see him. That curly top is making out with some anorexic, blonde prostitute! I want to kill him so badly right now. I look over and make eye contact to Louis pointing to Harry. He starts to make his way over to him, as I do the same. Time to ruin the party.