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You gave up on us - Part 2

This is the follow up to this one shot: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/151188383133/you-gave-up-on-us

I hope you like it! Requests are open and please don’t hesitate to let me know what you thought of this two-part story. 

Picture is, once again, not my own. Wish it were, though. 

"How much did you say it was?" I had asked while I'd let my eyes wander over the empty walls of the kitchen. The estate agent had named me the price for the apartment and informed me once more about how it came with the couch, table, bed, wardrobes and chairs included.

"There are even plates, cups and glasses in those cupboards over there!" she'd exclaimed and opened the kitchen cabinet located above the sink. It contained three, blue mugs.

"Great," I'd smiled and told the woman that I'd take it.

That had been a month ago. Now I was standing in the exact same spot I had stood when I'd made the decision to leave my former home, two bags placed by my feet and several cartoon boxes in the car downstairs. The flat I'd gotten was nice, but it wasn't a home. I had spent the past month preparing everything for my move; informing the post about my new location, printing out routes I could take with the tube to reach work and making a list of the grocery stores nearby. Part of me had known that I only did all that to stall time and that I could have moved into my apartment without having the estate agency giving me one final call. But I hadn't been able to bring myself to it. Deep down I'd never stopped hoping he'd come back to me and would make up for anything that had ever given me a reason to leave. Now it was too late.

I missed him. I questioned if leaving him had been a good idea every day. Staring at the bags at my feet and the empty kitchen where I'd cook my first supper-for-one meal tonight, made my heart ache and my eyes water. Still, there was no going back for me now. I switched off my phone and began helping the few friends I'd asked to aid with my move, bring up the boxes.

"You're sure you're fine?" my friend asked, concern in her eyes. "You're welcome to eat at Aiden and my place tonight."

I shook my head and declined her offer. It was better to get used to it as quickly as possible. After they left I went to the Sainsbury's across the street and bought everything I needed to make food that would make me happy. Once back in my flat I began throwing everything I'd bought on top of a pizza dough and shoved the heavily topped pizza into the oven. After, I changed into comfortable cloths and that was it. I had nothing left to do and finally it started to sink in just how lonely I was. My teeth pulled at my bottom lip and I allowed my body to fall back on the mattress, shielding my face with both hands. The silence ruling my flat was making my ears ring and all I wanted was cry, any appetite long gone. The expression on Harry's face when he'd watched me pack my things and organize everything was still engraved into my mind. The green of his eyes had been swimming in tears and his mouth kept closing and opening as if he'd constantly debated with himself whether or not he should say anything. I remembered noticing how he'd kept his fists clenched tightly. I remembered how every move I made felt heavy, as if my body wanted to refuse my demands. Anything so that it could stay with Harry. But I'd forced myself and left him anyway. I'd made my bed and now I had to lay in it.

It had been two nights ago when Harry had broken down by my feet after I told him about my decision. He'd spent all morning of the following day trying to change my mind, promising me to lay the world to my feet should that be what I wanted. He hadn't understood that all I'd wanted was not a grand gesture, but the simple ones. I wanted him to be kind to me again, inform me of his whereabouts if he stayed out longer after work, and most of all I'd wanted him to tell me he loved me. I didn't want the world by my feet, I wanted our world. Our life as partners. But because he didn't seemed to understand that, I knew that leaving him for good was the only choice left, that would save our happiness.

And yet I missed him so much I felt as if my heart would burst. I didn't even notice that I'd started crying before my cheeks were wet and sticky and my nose having trouble to breath properly.

"Not again," I whispered to myself and brushed the sleeves of my shirt over the skin. My body flinched when a loud knock resounded through the flat. I hesitated to roll off the bed as I wasn't expecting anyone to show up, patted across the room and to the locked door. The person knocked again, this time with more force.

"Who is it?" I called through the wood, my voice much weaker than what I'd intended it to be.

I heard a loud sigh, as if from relief, before the person outside answered.

"It's Harry."

My heart fell to my stomach and my mouth went dry. I coughed and brushed my sweaty palms against the fabric of my sweats.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling in anticipation.

Harry cleared his throat. "Checking up on you?"

It sounded more like a question, much like he was questioning what had made him come to my flat himself. My fingers shook as I unlocked the door and I breathed in before pulling it open. Though I'd only left him this morning, the relief of seeing him was overwhelming. I'd missed him so much even if our separation hadn't been longer than a few hours, I had to restrain myself from wrapping him into my arms and never letting go. Harry was dressed in a loose white shirt, the same he'd been wearing this morning after his shower and a pair of dirty jeans. His short hair was disheveled and his eyes red and puffy. Though he was undeniably beautiful, he did not look good. Harry bit his bottom lip as his own gaze traveled down my body, a frown decorating his forehead. A flush rose to my cheeks and I shifted, suddenly self conscious under his hard stare.

"You weren't replying to my messages and you didn't answer my calls either," Harry explained when his eyes moved back up to find mine, yet the moment they locked together he looked away.  " Hope you don't think I'm invading you," he murmured, his eyes falling from my face down to stare at my feet, "know you want to be alone. But I was worried."

"It's fine, but-"

"There have been three break-ins in this neighborhood in the last two months, one of them just across the street!"

Harry looked at me with wide eyes and frowned when I didn't react to his news. His information confused me as I didn't really know what to do with it.

"Okay," I began, "and?"

"The park nearby is known for practically hosting street fights," Harry went on, his voice slightly risen and desperation in his tone, "and the tube down the street has the reputation of being filled with pickpockets."

"If there's a fight in a park, wouldn't it be called a park-fight?"

Harry rolled his eyes at my question and took a deep breath. "Don't poke fun of me."

I smiled and leaned against the doorframe. He clenched and unclenched his hands, his tense shoulders twitching. I found myself in awe of him, his nervous appearance an unusual sight. My arms crossed over my chest.

"Harry, almost every neighborhood in London has a bad reputation once you dig for it online. That's how it is in most big cities. My phone was off, that's why I didn't reply, not because something happened to me."

I tried to give him a reassuring smile, knew however that my face most likely looked twisted.

"I really appreciate your concern for me, though," I added, trying to make him feel better, just as I always did.

He gave me a small smile and nodded before shrugging. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. M'gonna go."

Harry turned to leave but stopped in his tracks when I said his name. He turned back to me and his eyes locked with mine with an intensity I had never found in his gaze before. He stood slightly hunched over and his skin was pale. My insides clenched at the sight of the man I loved so much, looking completely and utterly not like himself. I released a breathless laugh and rubbed my eyes before looking at him again, realizing how ridiculous it was what I wanted to say next.

"I know that me getting a flat was about us moving on without each other, but..." I hesitated as I tried to find the right words. "I made pizza. Quite a lot actually, too much to eat alone and maybe you..."

Harry reached me within three strides and before I could even form the words of protest he had wrapped both of his arms around me tightly. His face was buried in my neck and his lips pressed against the skin there. I gasped at his sudden closeness, yet I did not push him away. My body soaked up his warmth and when I wrapped my own arms around his neck so tightly he released a gasp, I felt good for the first time since I'd stepped out of what was now his house.

"Please," I heard him whisper faintly.

Our relationship was so confusing, most of all because it felt as if it still existed. The night that had been supposed to be me setting up everything, but that would really have been the night I spent alone and miserable eating pizza in bed, now became the night I spent sitting beside Harry on a barstool by the counter, eating pizza in silence.

"Want more?" I asked timidly and he nodded, taking another slice.

"I like that you added the pepperoni," he mumbled, "I taught you to that."

I smiled and nodded, remembering how we'd argued about it being a legit pizza topping or not. Though I had claimed that the taste of it almost got lost in the tomato sauce, I'd still packed some into my shopping cart earlier without realizing it.

"It wore off on me, I guess."

Harry nodded and took another bite. I watched him eat, my eyes traveling from his hair down to his hands. He always reminded me of the stars in the sky, once I'd really payed attention, it was hard to look at anything else. This was weird. The whole situation. And what was I even doing?

"This is odd, isn't it?"

Harry set down his pizza slice and brushed off his hands with a napkin. "Yeah, it kinda is."

"I shouldn't be having dinner with my ex-boyfriend."

Harry sighed and looked away. "Please don't call me that. I don't like it,  whether if it's true or not."

His eyes filled with tears and I felt guilt eat away at my insides.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up," I said quietly and reached out to rest my hand on his arm before quickly pulling away again. Though we'd held each other tight only minutes ago, touching his skin now felt like touching a hot pan.

"No, don't be, Y/N. I got to get used to it. I am your ex, after all," he replied.

"Yes, but, I want us to be alright, still. I mean... we didn't end things because of lacking love for each other, right?"  

"No, we didn't," Harry assured me, looking back to me. "Absolutely not. I'm still in love with you."

"Harry," I whispered and shook my head, pleading him not to go on. It was him who reached out this time to squeeze my hand gently.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled gently. "Are you done?"

"Yes."

He took my plate and got up, walking to the sink. I watched as he began cleaning them, the image somehow familiar, even though it was a gesture he hadn't committed in a long time and the environment was one he'd never been in.

"I'm in love with you, too, Harry," I spoke from behind him, the words somehow easy to say when he wasn't looking at me. I noticed his body tense and his movements halting. "I don't want you to think that I don't."

"What happened to us?" Harry whispered, still facing away from me.

"I don't know."

“I’m so sorry.”

I nodded. “You said so.”

He turned around and walked back to where I was still sitting by the counter. He set his hands to rest on the cold marble stone and leaned himself down a bit.

"If we both still love each other, then why doesn't this work? Why do we need to separate?" he asked me.

He'd asked this question a lot in the past two days and I could never find any other answer than what I repeated to say now.

"Because you left me. And you will leave me again the moment you think I'm tied to your side tight enough, to accept whatever it is you want to do to me."

He nodded and sighed. "Fair enough. I understand why you believe that. Given you enough reason to, haven't I?"

"Yes, you have."

"But you left without saying goodbye," Harry said, his face suddenly falling at the thought, "Do you know what that was like for me? I come out of the kitchen only to find you gone already."

I bit my lip. "I didn't want to see the look on your face. The one you're giving me now."

"Yeah, well, deal with it," Harry replied almost brusquely, "just the way I've got to deal with being at fault for breaking both of our hearts."

"Don't come into my flat to pick a fight, Harry," I warned.

We stared at each other hard. My breathing was rapid and he looked tense. His face was the first to crack and before I realized it we were both laughing, our heads finally done with trying to make sense of the situation.

"Oh god," he chuckled, "how odd that sounds, doesn't it? I'm in your flat!"

"I know," I smiled, "this is so weird!"

"It's your first night in your own place and I'm already barging in."

"Hey," I protested gently and nudged his shoulder, "I invited you to stay."

"Still," Harry argued, a smile still pulling at the corner of his lips, "it's fucking ridiculous."

I remembered picking out a flat with him as clear as if it was only a day ago, instead of a year. He'd been so excited and found every apartment we'd gone to look at perfect.

"S'long as m'living with you, it'll be perfect no matter where the bathroom is or how big the kitchen, my love."

"That's flattering, Harry, but please pay attention. We can't live in a flat with no windows in the bedroom."

I'd pinched his cheek, he'd whine and in the end he'd left it for me to choose where we would live. He fell in love with the flat the moment he saw how happy I was with it. I remembered us spending the afternoon setting up the couch, only to start kissing which then lead to more before we lay cuddled together and exhausted on the floor, wrapped up only in a fluffy blanked. All the memories we shared made a warm feeling tingle in every part of my body and had me fall in love with him even more.

I was brought back from my thoughts when a warm hand covered my own fingers.  

"Look," Harry began. "I get it. You need this distance and I will learn to respect it. But please, let's just... not end."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

Harry shook some of the hair that had fallen into his face away and cleared his throat, picking the right words.

"I think you and I are meant for each other," he stated, his eyes locked on me as if he waited for me to confirm his words. I nodded. There was no way that could be doubted.

"Maybe you living here without me will do us good," he said, his forehead set into a frown again, as if he still tried to make sense of his own proposition in his own head, "but only if there still is an 'us'."

I took a minute to consider his words.

“I don’t know if that will solve our problems.” 

Harry shrugged. “Our problems are idiotic. And mostly due to a lack of communication.” 

“Hm,” I hummed, “we could talk more.” 

“We could,” he agreed. “With you not living with me anymore, we’d both be forced to put more effort into it. Prove to each other how serious we are about this.” 

"And maybe you could come over sometimes," I suggested timidly.

Harry nodded, standing up straighter and still looking at me like he waited for more.

"And perhaps we could start going out every now and again."

"We will start were we began," he promised, "and this time we'll go slow and pay attention to each other."

"You mean you would go slow and pay attention to me. I did all that right from the beginning, honey."

Harry rolled his eyes. "'Course. That's what I meant."

We stared at each other. His oh so familiar eyes sparkled at me with so much hope it made my cheeks flush.

"Everyone will think we're mental," I spoke.

Harry nodded, yet he seemed completely indifferent to it. "Screw them. They don't know us."

My feet touched the floor as I slipped form my seat. I walked around the counter until I reached him and wrapped both arms around him. The gesture surprised him, but his own arms held me to him tightly without hesitation.

"I just can't shake you," I whispered against the skin of his jaw.

"Wouldn't let you if you could," he replied and pressed his lips to my temple.

We didn't say anything further, thinking that this separation may be what we'd need to find each other and be close again.

Hope you liked it! I wanted them to somehow find each other again, but I don’t think falling right back into a happy relationship would have been very realistic. Please let me know what you thought of it and should you have a request, I’d be happy to give it a go! 

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Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist 

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Imagine with Zayn - He dies in a car accident ( Last part)

In the other day at morning, it's the funeral. You don't wanna dress 'fancy' but Liz picks a black dress for you. The same dress that you wore on the last night you saw each other. "No.. not this one" "Why?" you bite your lower lip "Just.. not this one" "Okay.. what about these?" "Alright" you dress and leave. When you get there, you stay in the car heavy breathing. There's a lot of people there, even some you have never seen before. You leave the car and get in the cemetery. They decided to do there, because despite being Muslim, was more accessible to others. You see your fiancé's family and go there. "Hi.. how are you?" one of his sisters ask you "Not well.. and your parents?" "My mom is still not believing.. did you see him?" "No.. not yet" you go there you go there near the coffin, and when it does not holds up and starts crying again. His face is so serene, light. Neither it looked like he had suffered. You caress her face as her tears fall on it. "Oh my love .. why you left so soon? We had so many plans .. I love you so much" "Ladies and gentlemen .. we will begin the funeral ceremony." You sit on the bench next to Waliyha. His dad speaks, affected, like everyone else. When his over, he says your name. "(y/n).. do you wanna talk?" you dry swallow but nod, standing up. "Good morning.. well. uhm .. this is hard for me.. " you sigh "Zayn was the love of my life. We met on a Coldplay's concert and he made me laugh on the first five minutes. " i smile to myself "He was a wonderful man, an amazing person with everyone he met. We were about to get married. And God.. how many plans we did for that day, how many plans we did for the rest of our lives.. childrens, houses, travels.. Unfortunately he left early, leaving us with the memories, the good memories. He had his flaws, of course, but what it stays are the good things about him. Zayn.. i love you so much babe.. I don't understand why did it happen with you now, but i am trying to convice myself that you're in a better place now and you're probably looking down for us." you look to his mother, that stares at you in pain "There's a quote that he liked a lot that says 'don't cry because it's over. Just be glad that it was once yours' and.. " you stop, trying to hold back the tears "I am the happiest person in the world to have lived with you. For having loved you, hold you.. we're gonna miss you Zayn Malik, but you'll never be forget" the funeral is over and they lower the coffin, sealed once the life that there once was. You set a rose and hug Trisha. "Thank you for being here.. you did Zayn very happy" "There's nothing to thank for. I love your son and there's nothing bigger than this in my life" "I know honey" she hugs you one more time "Bye darling.. stay safe" "Bye Trisha.. anything call me" "Okay.." you turn to leave but there's someone standing in front of you "Hi... " "Hi.." "I'm so sorry for what happened. You were his fiancé, right?" "Yes.. i'm sorry but i just wanna go home" "Wait.. i am really sorry.. in the other night i was bad because my wife told me that she wanted the divorce" "You did that?" "I know. That is not an excuse.." "No! It's really not an excuse! You shouldn't drink when you have to drive! Even if your wife's divorcing you! God! You took my husband's life! Do you know what that means!?" "I do! I wish i could reverse that.." "But you can't! It's done. He's not here anymore and he'll never be" "Can i give you some money? To compensate" "I don't want your fucking money! Nothing will bring him back. Now if you'll excuse me, i wanna go to my house and suffer alone" "Alright.. i am really sorry.." you leave and go to your home.Nothing will be the same now.

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