"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

JVL

if i look back, i am lost
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Falling
āDonāt be selfish Harry. You either want to be with me or you donāt, you donāt get to say you donāt want to be with me and not allow me to be with somebody else.ā She huffs.
Harry and Y/N had a complicated relationship. And, not complicated in which the two just didnāt know whether they liked each other or not, or a whole āJelenaā type drama between the twoā no.
As a matter of fact, it wasnāt even Y/N who complicated their situation. Over the years of growing to know Harry, she fell in love with him. Every little thing. From the way his hair perfectly frames his face when he wakes up, to the crinkles that subside beside his eyes when he grins, his dimple protruding a crevice in his cheek. Sheād watch the man she loved change, however.
Harry claimed he loved her, and he did, but it was almost like he needed a fire lit under his ass for him to realise how much he really did.
Sure, she understood heād been hurt. After all, whenever he did get hurt in his previous relationships, Y/N was the one heād run to. She was his stone, his rock, the one he could rely on to hold on to when the nights got cold, the one who could make him happy even when he felt the world was turning against him and life was deteriorating.
Nonetheless, she needed him to understand that she was tired of hurting alongside him, and having him decide for her that she canāt be with someone because he wants her to himself⦠Yet never acts upon his feelings.
She can no longer be friends with him.
And of course, sheād picked the critically worst time to make her decision, being all dressed and dolled up to be his date for the Dunkirk premiere, something sheād been looking forward to for months, yet now? Not so much.
Y/N looked beautiful. She was wearing a black one piece, with a slit beside her left hip, a little higher, even. It was perfectā she was comfortable and looked alluring. Her hair had been done up, keen to show the design of the piece, her shoulders bare. Her makeup was simple, yet still appealing, one of the things Harry adored about her. She wore so little makeup, often never, and he loved how confident she was in her skin.
āWow.ā he breathed, smirking ever so slightly as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as she smoothed the material on her thighs. āYou look gorgeous, love.ā
He continued to examine her as she grabbed her clutch after slipping her phone inside. āThanks.ā She muttered, too busy looking around to see if she needed to grab anything else, not having even looked up to meet Harry yet. To which, of course, he took knowledge. āI look great too? Why, thanks Y/N!ā he sarcastically remarked, lowly chuckling.
Y/N finally glanced up at him, internally frowning at how even with heels she could barely meet his chin. (Although, without heels on, standing at five foot tall he could barely see her anyway). āHa-ha. You do look great, Harold.ā She walked up to him, glazing her hand down the front of his blazer. āāM ready.ā
She ushered him out of her room, switching off the light once they were out, and following him downstairs. āExcited?ā He hummed, sharing a small grin with her. āSomething like that.ā
It took little time for Harry to realise Y/N had begun to act off.
In the car they shared, she was almost silent, staring down at the Instagram feed on her phone, scrolling down carelessly whilst humming her favourite song, āSweet Creatureā. Which Harry teasingly commented on, receiving a gentle, yet disingenuous laugh. Heād scrunched his eyebrows tightly together, gnawing gently at his lip as he found himself deep in thought.
Sheād happily pose for a picture, but spared no time in separating from Harry. It wasnāt rumours she was worried about, no, sheād been friends with him since heād turned 8.
Harry turned around to the remaining children sitting at the table with him, smiling brightly. His class had managed to earn a āGolden Fridayā, meaning theyād get the last hour of class to play games and just have fun. His idea of fun, however, was much different than those around him.
Heād been telling jokes for the past 10 minutes, and watching bemusedly when no one left out not even a soft āpft!ā. Until heād let slip a final joke, one heād always found funny, and when the girl sat across him let out a loud āHa!ā before bursting into a fit of laughter, he grinned widely, feeling proud. And silently, their friendship was made.
The paps, magazines and majority of fans had practically given up with trying to link them together romantically, and although many times they couldāve been, Harry and Y/Nās friendship had been around far too long for them to push any farther. Sheād patted his chest softly before giving him a small smile, and walking off, talking to a couple of fans and just generally avoiding him.
Her thoughts from earlier were plaguing her mind, and though not doing anything to annoy her right now, Harry was managing to strike her last nerve. She loved him so, and would give anything to be with the striking lad, yet, she was tired of his mind games. She could be with him, and only him, and no one else. But, he could find himself on one night stands, or dates, or small āfriendlyā kisses with his ex, Kendall.
It infuriated her.
The last time she went on a date with a guy, it caused a large row between the two, and they didnāt speak for a good three days.
āThe fuckās this?ā Harry grumbled, glaring down at the roses that had been placed in a vase, the card that has come along with them now between Harryās large fingers, as he read it.
āBeautiful roses for a beautiful lady. - C xā.
Harry didnāt know what angered him more. The fact that sheād been given flowers by another man, or the fact thatād whoever the hell āCā was, heād called Y/N beautiful.. Or the silly fact that heād signed off the card just as Harry would.
āDonāt!ā Y/N snapped, snatching the card from his hands before he had the opportunity to litter it. āWhatās wrong with you?ā she sneered, placing the card back beside the flowers, then turning her torso so she could give him a final scowl.
āOh nothing, just the fact that youāre goinā out with someone! We discussed this.ā
She scoffed, shaking her head disapprovingly at him. āYou mean, we argued about the fact that I went on a date because you got increasingly jealous, even though you were seeing Kendall at the time?
And you decided I couldnāt be with anyone becauseā.ā
āBecause theyāre stealing mā best friend from me.ā He quickly cut her off.
āBullshit.ā
āWhy then?ā
āYou canāt stand the idea of someone with me, Harry, yet you donāt catch me having a go at you when you stick your tongue down Kendallās throat!ā Y/N barked.
āāM not doing this with you.ā He laughed dryly, lifting his hand from the counter where it once laid. āHave a goodāun.ā
And he left.
The premiere was over just as quickly as it started, much to her favour, she didnāt really want to have another four-worded conversation with Harry. They made their way to the car, silent, before he piped up. āDāya like the movie?ā
āHmm? Oh. Yeah..ā She replied, playing with the design of her clutch, thanking Harry as he opens the car door for her to get in first. Harry growled slightly, now simply annoyed. āWhatās going on, Y/N?ā
See, thatās when she knew Harry was serious. Heād rarely ever call her by her name, it was almost strange for it to roll off his tongue, having normally called her āpetā, āsweetsā, āloveā, or anything that usually came to mind.
āNothing, Harry.ā she quietly sighed, sliding the seatbelt past her hips and buckling it. āSā you avoiding me throughout the entire premiere, ānd barely giving me a sentence this entire evening is ānothingā? Right.ā he mocked, nodding at his driver for him to go.
āYep.ā she quipped, taking in a deep breath. If she was going to argue with him, it sure as hell wasnāt going to be in the car.
āFuckinā stop with the one word answers!ā He grunted, his torso turned so that he was facing her. She watched as he ran his hand through his hair, that was now shorter than it had been for a while. Although, she liked it. āHarry..ā, but she was once again cut short. āāS this about what happened with Kendall two nights ago?ā
Y/Nās eyes widened, having realised Harry caught himself in a lie. āTwo nightās ago? You told me you were with Mitch!ā She scoffs loudly. āFuck off Harry, do as you will with her. But donāt you dare get angry at me when I go on about my love life.ā
āFār fuckās sake.ā he swallowed, shaking his head at her. āNo, you canāt. You knowāā
Now it was her turn to cut him short, pursing her lips. āNo, Harry, I know nothing. Iām tired of you claiming me as yours to keep, yet going off with whatever girl you see!ā
āI do not go off with just any girl, donāt even..ā He turned back so he wasnāt looking at her.
āDonāt even, what? Donāt be selfish Harry. You either want to be with me or you donāt, you donāt get to say you donāt want to be with me and not allow me to be with somebody else.ā She huffs. āāS not like that and you know it.ā Harry sighed, closing his eyes.
The driver pulled up to Y/Nās apartment and she mentally thanked him for being so quick, pushing her seatbeltās buckle so she could get out. āRight, Harry. Have a goodāun.ā She sneered, mocking his own words, opening the car door and slamming it shut. Reaching to open her clutch, she grabbed her keys, not knowing how to feel when she heard the car drive off, rather than hearing the car door shut once more as Harry came after her.
Prideful, she gently swallowed her tears as she treaded slowly into her apartment.
He was gone for the night.
a/n: and itās done!!!!! i was dying to finish this, and here it finally is. i had some big inspo for this so :)))
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