Eleanor

I froze on my spot.

I didn't hear him correctly, right? There must be a mistake. I was probably drunk more than I think I was. I... He...

This isn't happening.

Louis pulled me in an embrace and that was when it all fell. Tears, pain, and frustrations. I struggled to get out of his arms and just disappear. I didn't even understand everything that was going on.

"Louis let me go!" I tried prying his arms away from me.

"Shh, love, calm down." he whispered as everybody around started to cheer and applaud.

"No! This is absurd!" I pushed him away but it didn't even move him an inch.

"El, you promised me, remember?" he gently said.

And that was when I gave up trying. I let my hand fall to my sides and my tears fell freely but my mind still couldn't accept what my ears heard.

"Louis, there must be a mistake! Tell me this is just a bloody mistake!" I sobbed on his chest.

"Babe, calm down. C'mon, let's go get some air outside." he said before putting one arm around my waist for support and then he walked me out of the club.

My mind was clouded with thoughts about what just happened.

Harry didn't want relationships. But he and Taylor were dating. He even threw this party for her. And announced to everyone she was his girlfriend.

I didn't even know they knew each other then she was suddenly his girlfriend. It just didn't add up. I still couldn't understand.

Maybe this is just one stupid joke.

"El, love." Louis gently caressed my arm.

"Louis, I can't understand! He said he- he- then I- f*ck!" I stammered while tugging at my hair then once again, Louis locked me in his embrace though it wasn't what I needed. I needed an explanation. I tried pushing him away again but he just kept tightening his arms around me. "Let me go!"

"I'm sorry, love." he cooed and still didn't let go.

I cried out loudly to let some weight off my chest but it still wasn't enough. "Would somebody make me understand!" I yelled while struggling out of Louis.

"El, what's the problem?" A voice I knew by heart asked behind me. Suddenly I felt my knees buckling so I gripped on Louis' shirt. I didn't even need to turn around. Harry walked towards us and turned to Louis. "What did you do?"

"Wow," Louis breathed, losening his arms around me, "What did I do." he repeated then he chuckled bitterly.

Harry ignored him and turned his gaze on me, looking concerned.

You have no f*cking right.

He took one step forward and I felt Louis' arms no longer surrounding me. He took another step forward then I took one back, feeling unguarded.

"Don't." I warned.

"El, what did he do?" he asked me from a safe distance.

A humorless laugh escaped my lips. I shook my head and wiped the tears that were still pouring out, "This can't be serious." I whispered.

"I saw you struggling to get away from him. El, did he hurt you?" he continued asking.

"Did I hurt her?! Are you sh*tting me?!" Louis shot back exasperatedly.

"Eleanor, what did he do?" Harry asked sternly.

"That's it, I wont have it-" I cut Louis off before he could even think about it.

I stormed my way towards Harry and slapped him. He was caught off guard and touched his cheek wide eyed.

"How dare you accuse him of something you did!" I yelled. "What did he do? He comforted me, Harry, that's what! How about you? Did you even think about what you did?" I struggled for air after talking so I heaved few heavy breaths. When I managed to breathe normally, I continued, "You have no f*cking right to worry about me when you're the main source of my pain, Styles."

I stared at him with wet face and probably smudged mascara under my eyes. I might look like a mess but who cares? This man infront of me sure didn't.

"I didn't know you were coming." he said.

Really? We're talking about this?

"Well if you knew, would it change anything? It's not like it would stop you from dating Taylor!" I smiled through my tears, "Oh right, if you knew I was coming, you should've edited your speech and made it more heartfelt. You know, to throw it in my face."

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, like he was talking to a child "Eleanor, Taylor and I are none of your business."

"Of course it's my business! I love you!" I yelled exasperatedly.

"F*ck, don't make me say it!"

"Say what?! You want to tell me to stop loving you? I told you I can't even stop myself-"

"I don't love you!"

My eyes widened. I tried saying something but I couldn't find my voice.

I expected him to say something between the lines I love Taylor or I don't care. I didn't knew it could be worse.

Another shocking thing was he was mirroring my look. He looked as horrified as I was and then again, remorse flashed his features.

"El, I-" he was cut off when Louis started tugging me away.

"Let's go home." he whispered. I was still in state of shock so I didn't fight him when he pulled me away.

"I don't love you!" Harry's voice repeated inside my mind mocking me with those four words.

He went out of his way just tell me he doesn't love me.

He was continuously shattering my heart as if it was the only thing he knew. But I couldn't get myself to stop hoping that he would atleast be back to being the Harry I knew. I should, though.

We were just a few steps away when I snatched my arm out of Louis grip. He turned to face me quizzically and I shook my head. "I just need to say something."

I turned my back on him and started walking towards Harry. His eyes widened at the sight of me but quickly redeemed himself.

"Why, though?" I asked. He stared at me in confusion.

"I practically begged on my knees just for you to love me back. I cried my eyes out pleading you. I didn't care what others think of me when I ridicuously and repeatedly force myself into your life..."

"...Yet you hook up with girls you just knew. Heck even date Taylor when you said you don't date when I, spent the whole time kneeling for you to atleast spare me your f*cking affection!" I yelled.

I was gasping for air. But I didn't care. I needed him to hear me out. My heart was physically hurting and my mind was running in circles.

But he didn't say anything so I continued. It wasn't like he knew what I was feeling anyway. Let alone cared.

"So why me, though? Why do you always hurt me when all I do was love you?" I asked, sounding more gentle now. I couldn't prevent my voice to sound hurt. Because I was. A lot.

He said nothing, he just looked away.

"Why do you keep on hurting me, Harry? Why do you enjoy breaking me? Why do you crash my walls down? Why do you shatter my heart to dust? Why is it fun to take pieces of my heart with you, knowing I wouldn't be whole again?" I was being furious about it, until I finally whispered just enough for the two of us to hear. "Why don't just... love me back?"

Pathetic.

Again, still nothing, so I smiled bitterly.

"I just hope you're completely happy now, seeing that your happiness is destroying me, because you just completely did." I said before grabbing Louis' arm and pulling him away with me. But before we could walk any further, I felt someone grab my other arm.

Looking at him, I guess I wasn't expecting anything. I should know better, he always sets my hopes up and crushes it under his boot right after.

"I'm sorry." he said while looking at me. I searched his green eyes and there I saw him again. I blinked, knowing that I should stop hoping for this lost identity to stay.

"I was on my knees offering you my whole heart, Harry. Yet you destroyed it and rejected it after. So I guess I am sorry, too. For loving you." I told him before yanking his hand away from my arm.

So much had happened. But it was funny how at the end of the day, one thing could never be prevented from occurring- I was broken. And shattered. And completely destroyed.

That night, I walked away from him just like the countless times. I just hoped it would be the very last.