Harry's POV

She looked beautiful as the morning Sun rays entered through the window, and fell on her perfectly tanned skin. A single lose strand of her hair had fallen on her face, I decided to lean down near the bed, and move it. She jolted with my touch.

"Good morning beautiful."

"A-h Goood moorrning," she yawned and said at the same time.

"Here take these." I handed her some pills for her headache, brown toast on butter, and orange juice.

"Wow you made breakfast, I didn't know you cook."

"I hardly cooked anything Nat."

She was so excited, I could tell by the way she was ecstatic to see the breakfast meant she was hungry.

"Where is mine? " said another voice, from the other side of my bed.

"Um your boyfriend's down waiting for you,go get it."

"Uhhhh...why is my boyfriend downstairs, how did I even land here in the first place."

"Last night after you passed out Niall brought you in. We shared the couch."

"Hmmm that explains it."

 
Naomi left the room, leaving me and Nat alone. She was munching on her breakfast , while I admired her beauty, she was so simple yet so elegant and classy. She didn't need makeup to cover up any flaws... she had none.

Natalie bit on the toast and offered me some as well, I could picture my whole life with her, in this bedroom, having breakfast in bed every single day, with our children, whose laughter would fill the air, looking at us adore each other.
Life with Nat, was so easy. She made everything beautiful, cuz she herself was beautiful. She was mine.
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I'm in my bed

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands

Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left

What am I now?

What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm fallin' again

I scribbled through my journal as warm fresh tears clouded my eyes. My world had turned upside down, since the day she left, since that  fateful day of June 18. A knock on my door, brought my attention back to the present. That once termed itself as future and acted as my escape place was the nightmare that I was stuck in forever.
I closed my diary shut. Wrapping the thread I announced,
"Um come in."

"How are you feeling?" Zayn asked.

"Wasted." I fake a chuckle.

"Harold, at least do not pretend when we are alone."

"What do you want to know Zayn? I feel broken... I do...I wanna be untethered with her, but I cannot. My hearts aching literally ... and she's the reason why."

"Harry you should call her!"

"Call her, why should I let her indulge in the happiness of watching me suffer."

"You know that's not true, Nat would never."

"Right cuz you know her better than me."

"At this moment , I think I do... and the reason you are not letting her know or for that matter anyone else know is because you do not want her to suffer, just as you are."

"That's not true."

"It is what it is Harry."

Our argument, was brought to a stop, by the noise of television coming from the living room.

"Turn down the noise." I  shouted on my way out.

"Looks whose awake morning sleeping beauty." Naomi walked in with groceries.

"Look whose here, the unwanted guest." I retorted.

"Shh.... Wait Harry." Niall exclaimed.

Reporter on Tv.
"TMZ had  announced the engagement of Flash star Grant Gustin, with girlfriend Natalie Peters of the album Hurry  fame earlier this year. Now they are reporting that the wedding date is allegedly set to June 18, and will only be an intimate ceremony, among the families, while they are expected to have another gala for friends from the entertainment industry."

The whole room was quite, judging the look on Naomi's face, seemed like it was news to her too. Niall and Zayn were spelled shut. Seemed like my nightmare was just getting worse .

"Wow.. just wow."

A/N: Short one I know, don't kill me.