author's note: hi! this is pt. 2 to honeybee! this one is of course inspired by cigarette smoke by olivia rodrigo. i find it much easier to write devastating stuff lmao. i hope y'all like it and pls lmk if u have any reqs! <3 - hattie
harry wasn't a big smoker, rarely did it, often only when he was stressed or something was seriously wrong
and that last month of your relationship? it was all that lingered in the air
the honeymoon bliss you both were so engulfed in, like all good things, faded
it wasn't one big thing and it was over. no, it was a combination of lots of tiny things that eventually eroded away your relationship
one of the things that stood out the most was the time he took you out for drinks with his friends
doesn't sound very bad, right? except your fake ID didn't work and it was the punchline of the evening the entire time y'all were out
harry didn't say anything, he wasn't like that, but that was the problem
while his friends were throwing insults jokes around that you clearly didn't find funny, he held his tongue
and you sat there sipping your shirley temple like a 13 year old at dinner
later that night, once y'all had gotten home, you were taking off your makeup so desperate not to cry in front of him
you'd been silent the entire car ride back and all he did was place a hand on your thigh
it should've been enough, but it wasn't
"Y/N, just tell me what's wrong. I really don't have the energy to entertain you right now"
his words stung. not just because he was annoyed with you.
he said Y/N.
not honeybee
he always did.
"you didn't stand up for me, harry! the entire night im sitting there being attacked and you just join in on the fun!" your voice cracks slightly mid sentence
"nobody was attacking you! it was all innocent fun!" he groaned "god, you just have to make it so damn hard to love you sometimes, dont you!?"
silence followed immediately after.
it had been the straw that broke the camel's back
3 weeks later, and there's an emptiness to the house that didn't used to exist
his beers are still in the fridge, you don't drink them, you can't
his car isn't in the driveway, it hasn't been in almost a month
the first 4 months of your relationship were the best in your 20 years of life
you had played the perfect couple, but even the best actors seem a little forced sometimes. don't they?
you regretted harry
as much as it pained you
you regretted how much time and effort you gave him
you resented him
for not sticking up for you, for not working on mending your relationship, and for making you fall for him
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