~Harry Styles Love Story.

One large tablespoon of Love, few sprinkles of Trust and a glass of Honesty. But there's one thing missing. Him.
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7. Unbelievable.

Cleaning away the possibly last speck of dust, I threw myself at the remote, switching on the TV quickly. Sighing I pull my rubber gloves off, chucking them at the side table. It's been 3 weeks already, and I just can't seem to find an interest to take my mind off of it. Every day I watch the news, just to be sure he's fine. But today, today was different.

"Harry Styles, 19, member of the famously incredible boyband, One Direction, has been found to be hanging on a new blonde girl. Is this a way to take his mind off of the Take Me Home tour? Tune in on our website to find out more-" I switched the TV off instantly, tears brimming my eyes.

"I don't understand.." I whimpered into the thin air, hanging on the moment. "He promised- h..he said, he said only us!" I couldn't think of an excuse, but he seemed a bit curious, never told the press about me and him. Tried his hardest for me to stay at home when he went out. Was he playing with me all this time? Using me? Or was this some plot he made up with Eleanor?

"Stop!" I yell at myself. "Don't jump to conclusions, there must be an excuse.." It was hard to believe. I'm growing mad and paranoid, talking to myself. It's best to call. Grabbing my phone in an instant, I dial Harry's number, the bleeps ringing in my head continuously.

"Hullo?" Harry's deep, enchanting voice hang onto me. Haven't heard him for two days, he's been 'busy' with the concerts.

"Harry? It's me, Mai."

"I know it's you babe, it's just that now- it isn't really the time.." I could've sworn there was a female voice in the background, saying 'Harry, who's calling you? Come, I need your help!'.

"Is it not, really?" I ask sarcastically, tension and pressure building in my voice.

"Listen Harry," I snap at him. "I've watched the news today, and sure enough they've got everything sorted. You've been the star of the show today, y'know. YOU AND YOUR NEW BLONDE BIRD!" I yell, hanging up, sets of tears gliding down my face. I was worried sick about him, and all he's been doing is going around trying to find himself company. It felt like he just ripped out my heart and tore it into tiny piece, the pain was killing me inside. Harry? How could he ever..

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