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She hated it when they did that. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, assessing her, trying analyse her every move. Because if she did one little thing out of place they all thought she was going to break. She might have if it wasn’t for her grandmother’s watchful eyes. She would never think of disappointing the woman. As tough as her grandmother, Hattie liked to pretend to be, she had a soft spot for her granddaughter and it would kill her to see her break under all this pressure. So she picked up the boxes and carried them into the moving van. Once she was done, she turned around and she looked at the big mansion that she once called home. The memories that she had made in there were endless. But she knew she couldn’t keep it. Her parents may have left everything to her, but it was unrealistic to think she could live there and pay for it all by herself. So she bought herself a little apartment that was close to campus and even closer to her grandmother’s house. Closing her eyes she could almost hear her adolescent voice screaming out and giggling. That was when he was there. When he was her friend.
“Ruby, come back!” The curly haired boy called after his friend. Her long dark hair trailed behind her as she ran through her backyard.
“Come on Harry, I have something to show you!” Her voice was like a melody in his ears. At 13 there wasn’t anything wanted more than Ruby Daniels, but of course, he would never tell her. He would never drag her into his dark world. Harry looked behind him to see if anyone was watching them. He couldn’t risk getting in trouble again. His eyes lit up when he saw where she was running to. Her long limbs carried her up the tree as she climbed the little ladder that her father had helped her build when she was just a little girl.
“Rubes, I don’t think we’re both going to fit in there.” Harry said warily from the bottom of the tree.
“Fine, then I’ll just sit up here all day without you. Have fun down there, Haz.” Ruby wiggled her fingers at him and sent him a wink. His heart dropped. He had to go out there. He had to tell her. He had to have one last special day with his Ruby. He climbed up and wiggled his way into their old hiding spot: the tree house. It had been their fortress, their getaway. Their legs were a tangled mess as her head rested on his chest so that they could both fit in the confined space. To anyone else they would have looked like two kids messing around, but to them it was just normal.
“Your heart’s beating real fast, Haz.” Her fingers traced the words on his shirt.
“It’s because it wants you to remember me.” His voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t know how he was going to tell her. That his family had to pick up and leave Holmes Chapel and go to London. That he was told he could never come back. That he had to forget he ever had a life here because he would be putting them all in danger.
“What do you mean? Why would I have to remember me? You’re going to be by my side forever.” She sat up, her eyes searching his face frantically. His heart dropped at the word ‘forever’.
“I’m moving to London, Ruby.” His eyes had grown dark. He didn’t want to do this, but he had to make sure she would have a clean break. He had to give her one last bad memory so that she wouldn’t hold onto him and come looking once he was gone. He had to break her heart so that she never wanted to see him again.
“When? Is that why there were trucks outside your house? You said your dad was just putting things into storage!” She had untangled her limbs from his now, climbing down the tree. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be feeling, but it sure didn’t feel good.
“Tomorrow.” His voice was a low growl now. It was time for him to become the man that his father had groomed him to be his whole life. He was never supposed to let Ruby in. He was never supposed to fall in love with her. And now he was starting to resent that love. It was a weakness that Harry Styles simply could not afford to have.
“TOMORROW? How long have you known, Harry. How long have you been lying to me?!” She was screaming now, her fists pounding into his chest. How could he just leave her with no warning?
“I’ve known all summer.” He made no excuses for his actions. He didn’t reach for her, he didn’t try to stop her fists from bruising his chest, and he didn’t react. He deserved the beating he was getting, and it was just the first step in the darkness taking over.
“I can come visit. And you can come back sometimes, and we can make this work, Harry! We can still be best friends.” She was pleading now. As much as she hated the fact that he had lied and that he was leaving, she needed Harry. Sure she had her parents, and they were perfect parents, but Harry had always been her rock. He was the one thing that prevented her from floating away into her own world. He was the glue holding her together.
“No. Don’t come find me. I won’t come back. You’ll only hold me back.” His voice held no emotion. It was monotone.
“What are you trying to say, Haz?” Her voice was laced with tears and it tore Harry apart, but he wouldn’t let her see that.
“I’m saying that I don’t love you, Ruby. You were convenient for while I was living here, but I’m going to London now. I can’t have you holding me back. You would only embarrass me if you came to visit.” He was already walking away, his back turned to her as she stood there, tears falling mercilessly down her beautiful face. She didn’t call out for him; she didn’t try to convince him to stay. She wasn’t sure when and why but she had lost her Harry and he had been replaced by a cold, hard monster.
Harry watched the girl with the long, dark hair as she ordered a coffee. She held herself in a rigid posture. She was proper. But there was something about her that screamed fun, yet broken. He always imagined that
would grow up to look that way. This girl had an air to her and it intrigued him. There weren’t many things that held Harry’s interest for too long, he had to stay focused on the big things now that he had taken over the gang from his father. London was his. But this girl, he hadn’t even seen her face and he wanted her. He hadn’t been this captivated by a girl since
. As she turned around, her face curtained by her thick hair, her eyes cast down at her iPhone, he took the time to casually slip by, ‘accidentally’ bumping into her.
“Oh, I’m sorry—“