"To be honest, nothing happened in the fifth year of the relationship. Harry toured and everything while I continued on working towards finishing my degree for writing and whatnot."

"You didn't ever get bored?" The shrink takes off her large glasses and lays them down on her desk.

"I don't understand," a frown is etched upon my lips and my eyes continuously scan the floor. My feelings about the small building are getting better since I can speak about my problems, but with my mother on my ass as I come home to grab my things, it is not working well.

"While Harry was away on touring, did you get bored? Just waiting for him to come home and ever had the idea-"

"No, never," I interrupt her quickly and scowl at the thought. "I just distracted my mind by loading up on my studies for classes as well as on the weekends. Sometimes, I would go out with my friends, but they would convince me on to let loose more."

"What do you mean, Brooklyn?" It's a look of worry upon Mrs. Forman's face now, and I know her mind had come to the conclusion of either getting wasted or drugs.

There would be drugs involved at times as well as alcohol, but it would only be if Harry was around so he could take me home. My friends would tell me to go out and get laid while Harry was on tour, especially Jamie. I secretly knew she wanted me to stop and end the relationship due to her wanting Harry herself. It was absolutely disgusting just watching Jamie basically undress him with her dark eyes, but luckily, Harry did not pay attention to her. He knew what her scandalous motives were.

Jamie and I had grown apart over the years. With a boy coming in between our friendship, it fucked up everything. But, with her attitude towards very many people and her behavior, it was getting out of hand. On the outside, she seemed happy, but on the inside, she was rotting, just as I am now.

"My friends would ask me to go to a party with them as well as to find another guy to you know," I mutter the ending, hoping that Mrs. Forman would understand that I am saying my friends wanted me to have sex with another man behind Harry's back. It was sickening to hear from them, and I always have questioned if they were really my true friends or not.

"I understand now," her heads turns away so her hazy eyes can look out the large window in the room. Her lips are pursued and I know she is deep in thought about my previous words. "Did you think Harry did it while he was on tour?"

And this is the part where I suck in a large breath because the real truth came out later.

"No, it honestly never crossed my mind."

But the truth had came out later in the fifth year that Harry had been seen with another woman. When Harry had returned back from his tour, one of his bandmates, Liam Payne, had came to our apartment one day and was looking for Harry. He was completely surprised to see me, but he had been familiar with my presence before because I was usually at The Stoner's band practices. And I had found out Harry had been sleeping with another woman on tour, several times. Hell, how much it had broke my heart, especially the woman who it was.

Jamie.

Harry was fucking Jamie while on tour.

How she got there, I honestly don't know. I recalled her not calling me for a couple months but rather of having a few texts sent to me in a week, informing me that she was okay. He was pressured, Liam told me, into letting loose just as I was told to by my friends. But, there's a difference: Harry listened to them, and I did not. But, I could never cheat on anyone. Knowing that you destroyed someone's trust is bad, but destroying their perspective on love is far too worse.

"What happened, Brooklyn?"

"This is what happened, Mrs. Forman," I spit harshly, feeling small tears cloud my vision. "I loved Harry too much, and because of that, I got hurt. It is one of life's tragedies when you meet someone that you know is meant to be, but due to unexpected circumstances and misunderstandings, becomes someone you knew, Or when you can walk right past someone that at one part of your life was a big part of your life, and how you used to be able to talk to them for hours about the little nothings in life, and now you can barely look at them, and all you have left is that aching feeling in your soul."

"Baby? Are you-"

Harry stops and his eyes widen when he realizes I am, indeed, home. He just got back from another band practice, I can already tell due to the slight sweat covering his forehead as well as the guitar case in his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey," he notices the slight tears on my cheeks and quickly drops his guitar case, running over to the couch to take me in his arms.

And here we are, my brain beyond mad while Harry doesn't know what the hell is going on.

"Harry, stop," I push his arms away and use the back of my hand to swipe the tears. "I'm tired of the lying," I splutter out, pulling my knees to my chest to create some barrier between Harry.

By the look on his face, he knows what I am talking about. His rosy lips are parted as his eyebrows are pulled together tightly. Those emerald eyes that I have fallen in love with show worry, and he should be fucking worried. My eyes easily notice the way his chestnut curls are longer, now lying atop his shoulders rather than being held up by the gel Harry used to put.

"It was almost half a year ago, Brooklyn, and I know that isn't a good reason-"

"But, still! Harry, you were fucking Jamie. People just don't do that!" I interrupt him, standing up from the couch and throw my hands up slightly in a dramatic manner.

"It was the past!" Harry yells in reply, his lanky body struggling to stand. "And you don't understand how terribly sorry I am for doing it, baby. I don't know what went through me, but I was so fucking stupid. It's ended and it has been ever since that damn tour."

"How long? How many times did you fuck her?" I seethe, turning around to walk to the kitchen table for Harry to not see the tears falling down my cheeks.

None of that mattered, whatsoever. But, the fact that Harry cheated on me makes me have an emotion that is completely unexplainable. How can you go and have sex with another woman when you love somebody else? I don't understand.

"It was only once, and we were partly drunk."

"You can't blame it on the alcohol, Harry. You were 'partly' so the other half of you was willing to do it," I run my hand through my wet hair frantically, pulling at the roots slightly. "We need a break, and you know it."

I am not going to break up with him, and I feel like it is a stupid decision to not do so. Harry says it was the past, which was actually half a year ago, but it was Jamie. Maybe the person doesn't matter, but the idea of your lover cheating on you with another human being is sickening to me. The fact that my parents are possibly right about Harry ruining me rings through my mind instantly.

"I-okay."

"He didn't put up a fight that we didn't need a break because Harry knew it was true," my eyes connect with Mrs. Forman's to notice the sympathy behind them. I do not need any ounce of it, none. "I got the apartment while Harry left since it was in my name, not yet for his. We were going to until the fight happened. And around two months later, we are back together and Harry moved back in."

"How? How did you get back together with him, knowing that he cheated on you?" Her voice is light, but I know the truth behind it is frustration. And by the way the shrink's eyebrows are pushed together, she is confused as well.

"The past is the past. I honestly don't know how I managed to do it, either. I was stupid and naive two years ago, and still am, but I think I had the idea of second chances burned into the back of my mind. Love had conquered me back then, and I wanted all of it. So, I just let him back in that easily, hoping for the best. But, you can already tell it didn't go well because I am here."