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Almost a year ago me and Harry split due to us barely spending time together. Harry does not live a ordinary life, he has to go through media, rumours and haters constantly. I have my own career but it’s not as much as harry and I know a bit what he goes through, especially hate and media because the continuous jealousy of me dating him. I remember our last few moments as a couple, a few weeks before his tour with one direction he spotted me crying and packing my clothes hurt because I left him without warning. He pulled me close asking if he could make things better for us but I pushed his body away from me, unlocking myself from his arms. What hurt me the most was he went to tour really upset. The media caught his face and it was looking down, his eyes very puffy. I have been in hiding since then and rumours started to crawl on me like spiders. Theory’s of us breaking up. They weren’t wrong but some of the words people said was horrible.

I stepped outside standing out of the balcony in the icy weather. Fog releasing from my mouth. It started to snow last night. The trees covered in white. The city apartments always had the best view, seeing cars drive past or seeing people kiss and hug on the streets especially in winter because they hug longer. I hear the sound of keys coming outside from my apartment, I didn’t leave my spot but I stayed watching. My sister unlocked the door with her spare keys.

“Fuck it’s freezing out there and you have the balcony door open, your cat is going to freeze,” she shuts the door, placing plastic bags on my kitchen bag. I went inside and slide the door closed.

“What’s in the bag,” I said whilst I peek in them.

“Groceries I know you don’t stock up anymore except cat food,” she places all of the food in there place. “Don’t tell me all you eat now is cat food?” She jokes.

“I order food,” I point at the pizza boxes.

“Y/N, they’re not healthy and you should start drinking water not drinking stuff that looks like water, like for example alcohol,” she takes the bottle and puts it up the cabinets. My sister sighs for a bit, closing her eyes.

“What is wrong y/n? What has been stressing you? Is it him?”

I pause before answering trying not to give any eye contact. “No it’s-,”

“Shut up, you still love him,” she raises her voice a little bit higher. My sister loves Harry, she thought he was the one for me. “You should’ve let him fix your relationship y/n, he was smart,” she argues. I didn’t really have much to say. She hands me a bag of m&ms and sits on the couch, turning on the tv.

“Why is he bothering you again?” She breaks the silence.

“He’s coming home Y/S/N, what he sees me or if I see him. I know my heart would fall into pieces,” I told her. She frowned and didn’t say anything but chose our favourite show instead of talking. My sister was wiser in relationships and she’s the youngest. She told me, she never fought with her boyfriend but maybe once or twice.