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Eight weeks, fifty-six days, one thousand three hundred and forty-four hours without Amelia.

She seemed to be doing better than me, probably because I was the one living with the most regret. I regretted kicking her out. I regretted watching her weep as she packed her things and ripped my clothes off her body. I regretted not stopping her from taking off those rings- the rings that had shown she was mine now sat in my hallow pocket.

I had hoped that we would still be together. Amy had assured me that we were not broken up but instead on a break. I would give anything just to hold her again. I apologized more times than there are days in a month, but Amy was still as stubborn as before. I didn’t blame her for not wanting to see me, but a part of me deep inside hoped that somehow she was missing me as much as I was her.

I spent my spare time sulking in my sadness. The only true happy times I had were on stage, in front of thousands of people. I felt the most free out there.

I watched Amy’s interviews, shows, and listened to her radio interviews. Her voice was just as lovely as it always had been her smile slightly smaller than before. I wished she would smile bigger, that she would genuinely laugh again. I caused this, not fully, but I still caused it.

I had always believed that in every relationship, the partners are equal. Nothing was ever the fault of one person. If being in a relationship takes both halves, anything that happens in the relationship is the responsibility of both. And I knew, we were both just as guilty. Some part of me felt as though if maybe I hadn’t freaked out, if I hadn’t lost my temper and sent her away, that we would still be together- and maybe, just maybe, we would be beside each other right now.

For the first time in a while, Amy and I shared the same country. She was touring in America, and I was now on break in New York. I was happy that I could at least share something as simple as that with her again.

It was late in the evening here. The setting sun sent orange rays shooting through my open window. If Amy were here I knew she would tell me to take my shoes off the bed, but since I was away from her for so long the habits I had have been broken.

My small leather journal sat open on my lap, pen tapping against my lip as I thought of lyrics to write on the stained page. I had taken up two whole pages of just thoughts and words that passed my mind. I started writing in my journal again when Amy left. It all started that night, when I was completely alone and cold in my room. The dim lighting eliminated onto the page in my lap, the tears and anger were stained on my face. My hand wrote down every single word, and every single thought in desperate and quick letters. Some holes were poked through the pages as I wrote so viciously, trying my absolute hardest to rid my anger.

Although I knew all the words and all the anger that I had written down didn’t fix one thing. Amy was still not with me, but these damned rings were.

The vibrating of my phone on the table was the last of my concerns right now. All I wanted to do was sit here in peace and quiet and be one with my inner thoughts. The person calling probably wasn’t important since Amy never called me. In hopes that the vibrating would come to an end I shut my eyes, blocking the light from my eyes. If Amy were here she would- Amy isn’t here. My thoughts revolved around that girl. She consumed every inch of my thoughts, every inch of my journal, every single inch.

I missed her.

With my hopes high I sat idle for five more minutes, but the phone did nothing but ring on and on. I groaned as I used my arms to push my tired body off the bed. I squinted as I walked to my phone, the sun shone right onto in causing it to reflect into my tired eyes. The phone was hot in my hand as I picked it up to look at the screen. It was Amy.

I rushed my fingers to answer the phone, and immediately brought it up to my ear to answer her seemingly desperate call.

“Harry,” She sobbed at the other end of the phone.

My heart raced at the sound of her broken voice. Something was wrong, really wrong.

“My love,” I started in a slight panic. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared.” She said with a sniffle. “This was a mistake, all of this was a mistake I can’t handle-,”

“Amelia,” I stopped her. “Take a breath, love, calm down and tell me what’s wrong.”

She inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath. Her nose seemed to be stuffed and that only meant one certain thing- she had been crying for a while now.

“I keep getting these roses- black roses.” She rushed. “And I filed some FBI reports, no one is doing anything and I’m scared that someone is after me, Harry, I’m so scared I don’t know what to do.”

Amy cried on the other line as I attempted to take everything she had just said completely in.

“Amelia, did you call the cops?”

“Yes.” She said. “And I went to the station and filed, like, three reports.”

I sighed, “How long has this been going on?”

I walked back to the bed slowly as I waited for her to answer. My back hunched as I sat down on the edge, bringing my head into my hands as my phone was pressed to my ear with so much pressure it was now beginning to burn.

“Three weeks, I suppose.” She sniffled. “Please, Harry, I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m thinking.” I said as I ran my hand through my uncombed hair.

“I just, I think doing all this was such a bad idea. I should have flown back to fucking England where it was safe. But obviously I couldn’t build up enough courage to go back to our home, so instead, being the bitch I am, I went and bought a house in California.” She sounded mad with herself, and I knew she definitely was. “Can you believe that? Cali-fuckin’-fornia. What am I even supposed to do here? I don’t know, but now apparently I have to send money here every God damn month to pay for a house that’s a piece of shit.”

I decided to let her rant, it seemed like she needed to get all her bottled up feelings out of her system. She must have been alone for as long as she owned that house. Alyssa was with Louis, Amy’s mother was on business trips, and my family was all back at home. Amy found an opportunity to release all her damaging thoughts to me, and she took it.

“I swear to God, Harry Styles, I should have asked for advice from someone because now I have a stalker and a bouquet of black fucking roses sitting on my kitchen counter.” She groaned. “All in all, I’m very much terrified and upset over this whole thing if you haven’t caught on yet. All I need is some sense of safety and the police don’t seem to be doing anything.”

I tilted back onto the bed, making my final decision clear before I proposed, or told, Amy what would be happening. I hoped, and I prayed silently to myself that she would accept, that she could see past everything and just agree with my for the first time in a long time.

“I’m coming to see you.” I said in a soft yet strict voice. “It’s been far too long, Amelia.”

She went quiet, as she always had when I brought up the seemingly sore topic. I knew she wanted to see me, I just knew it. On the other hand, I knew she didn’t want to break a promise to herself, and I knew very well she had planned on not seeing me for a very long while.

“Harry, I don’t think that’s-,” She stopped.

“A good idea?” I questionably finished her sentence.

“Yes.” She confirmed, staying quiet yet again.

“If I go there, we can be together and it’s much safer for you. We can go to the police again tomorrow and have everything sorted out.” I tried to compromise with her. “Just, please, for our sake and more importantly yours- let me come to see you.”

She was quiet on the other line. All I heard was a deep breath and a low exhale. I waited just as quietly as she had; not wanting to push her any more than I already had to accept my offer, which sounded more like a plea. I needed to see her, and now with all the incidents happening on the West Coast, where my Amy was stationed, it only made me want to be with her more. I wanted to protect her- I needed to protect her.

“You should catch the next flight over.” She said in a soft voice.