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Present
Harry's POV

"Alright gentlemen, meeting over," I sigh out. I could practically feel their relief as they all piled out of the meeting room, I groan, leaning back in my leather chair with aching muscles. I work non stop.

I check my watch, 7:34 pm. Finally I have at least half a day of freedom. I sit back and ponder what I should spend my free time doing.

But, before I can get too comfortable, the door swings open. My eyebrows furrow, who is bothering me now?

My muscles instantly relax when I see my girlfriend.

"How was the meeting?" Kimberly asks.

I smile, although it's forced. I can't even keep my eyes open I'm so damn tired. "It was fine babe, how was seeing your mom?"

She sighs, sitting down on my lap, her silky jet black hair swaying as she does so. The scent of her strong, expensive perfume nearly suffocates me. "It was lovely, I think I'm going to go for drinks with my father tonight."

I just nod, rubbing her thigh. It's no secret that we have history. Kimberly Woods, the third girl I had fallen in love with. She's the Columbian, female version of me. We reunited after a drunken hook up at a party for London's elites. Now, she's definitely no British girl, but with the status she has, she goes to parties all around the world.

"That's nice, I'll see you later on?" I ask, no interest in the conversation really.

She looks at me, her pretty face twisting. "Why not now? Are you busy?"

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Truthfully, I just want to go home, have a glass of scotch, and sleep.

She gives me sad, yet confused eyes when I don't speak. Her lips form into a tight line. "Well?"

I stare at her sad expression. But it doesn't really bother me much. The only girl that can truly get to me with just a look is... wait, what the fuck?

"What the hell," I accidentally whisper out loud, standing up immediately in shock and almost knocking Kimberly over. "Shit, sorry, I-"

"It's fine," she smiles. "I can tell you're tired, why don't we meet up later?"

My heart continues to beat at a rapid pace, my mind going everywhere. I can't speak, so I just nod, and force a smile out. With that, she adjusts her purse on her forearm and leaves the office, leaving me and my thoughts alone.

"Fuck!" I groan, throwing myself back into my chair. I run my fingers through my hair angrily and tug. Why is she always on my mind? Why can I not get over her?

I tried to move on. I tried to rekindle something I once had with someone from my past, all so I could get her out of my head. It didn't work, nothing works.

Groaning frustratedly, I remove my hands from my hair and let myself breathe. I look down at the ground in shame. Why did I ever leave her? Why did I leave my baby? No one will ever make me feel the way she does..

It's been months since we've spoken. But there's never one day she doesn't cross my mind. Sometimes I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering where everything went wrong. Wondering why I let her go..

She missed me, she was falling back into her old habits because I wasn't there. I wasn't there to love her, to be there for her like she needed. She needed me, and I left her when she needed me the most.

I can feel the ache in my heart when I realize that if she really wanted to speak to me, she'd do so, but she hasn't. But then again, my ego never allows me to message her first. Pride is one hell of a thing.

I knew I'd never get over her when I'd see her on TV, or trending on twitter, and my heart would stop. I had to delete all my social medias and never turn on the TV again. I knew I'd never get over her when every single restaurant I went to, I imagined her in front of me, giggling and smiling while we both ate. I knew I'd never get over her when I went into girl shops, intending to shop for Kimberly, but thinking of what she'd like instead.

Most of all, I knew I'd never get over her when I laid beside Kimberly at night, and she was not the one on my mind.