Love Me or Leave Me // h.s (Completed)

Chloe was previously engaged to the man of her dreams: Harry Styles. But what happens when her sister shows up at her doorsteps, now engaged to Harry?

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2. This Isn't Right

I haven't left my room today. I just layed in my bed, thinking, wishing. I'm not sure if it's his shock or if he still loves me also, but he still looks at me the way that he used to. I want to find out, but then again, I can't. I want my sister happy.

I finally decide to leave my room as I drag myself out of bed, groggily. I walk into the bathroom, turning the shower on, getting in and hoping that the hot water will relax me. After I get out, I get dressed, dry my hair, and brush my teeth. I stare at the reflection in the mirror. This isn't me. The girl looking back at me used to be happy, but I don't know her anymore. The girl looking back at me has heavy-looking eyes from not sleeping for the past year, and is now anorexic and thin from barely eating.

I sigh and leave my bedroom. No one is home. I find it quite comforting until I hear footstepes descending from the stairs. I turn around to see Harry, rubbing his eyes.

"Where is everyone?" I ask.

"Oh.. They're out." He sounded unsure, maybe it was just that he is still half-asleep.

"So.. we're alone?" I ask, knowing the answer, but I hope I'm wrong.

"It would appear so."

I don't know whether to go back to my room or talk to him. I want to leave, and never come back. So, I decide on the obvious.

"I'm going back to my room." I say, and then drag myself up the stairs.

I look around my room, and now, even my own bedroom looks so foreign to me.The pictures of Harry and I still sit on my bedside table, haunting me. I walk over, sitting on my bed, picking up a picture and looking at it. That was the best day of my life.


December 23. The day before Louis' birthday. It was snowing and was beautiful. Harry wanted to take me somewhere that we could call our own and I was blind-folded the whole way there. When he took my blindfold off, before me was a frozen pond and waterfall. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

"It's not much, but it's something." He said, walking over to the frozen pond.

"No Harry." He turned around to look at me. "It's perfect."

He smiled at me. "Come here, I have something to show you." He held his hand out and I grabbed.

I laughed. "Where are we going Harry?"

He led me to the edge of the pond, where a brick wall, about 3-feet high, guarded the pond and we sat on it.

"Right here." He smiled.

Before I could even answer him, he got on the snow-covered ground on one knee, letting go of my hand.

"Harry, what are you-" I was cut off the moment he pulled out a small box.

"Chloe, we've been friends for years, and I finally got the chance to call you mine. After being with you for two years, I know that there is no one that I would rather spend my life with. Chloe Ann Tomlinson, will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Harry Styles?"

I started to cry before nodding. "Yes."

Harry put the engagement ring on my finger and stood up, half-way, and kissed me.


Today was now October 7, almost a year after we had broken up. It was late autumn. The leaves were changing colors, falling off of the trees, like my heart did when we broke up.

I placed the picture back on my bedside table, face down, when I heard a knock on my door. I stood up, making my way to the door and opening it, revealing Harry.

"I-" I began to start but couldn't finish.

"Please. Let me." I nodded.

I moved aside, allowing him into my room, and closed the door. He sat on my bed, reaching for the picture that was now face down, and picking it up.

"You still have this?"

I nodded. "I didn't know how to get rid of it."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the same picture. "Me either."

I was breathless. I leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor and placing my head in my hands. I jumped at the touch of his hand on my shoulder.

He pulled me into a tight hug. "This isn't right." He said, sounding hurt.

"What? What isn't right?" I choked on my own words.

I knew him better than anyone else. I knew how when he got frustrated or stressed out, he would run his hands through his hair. I knew that when he felt uncomfortable, he would rub the back of his neck. I knew how he looked when he was angry or happy, and he wasn't happy. I could read the emotions on his face or in his eyes when no one else could.

I looked at him and he looked sad and happy at the same time and for once his eyes were unreadable. They were dark, but not filled with anger. They were filled with... hurt.

He finally answered my question, but not with words. Instead, he closed his eyes, leaning in towards me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush against mine before kissing me. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I granted it to him. His tongue ran across mine. I haven't been kissed like this since him and I were together. It felt like... heaven.

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