Chills went up my spine as I looked out of my wide open window. The ground was a long way down, and I knew it was enough to put me out of my misery. I had nothing holding me back. "Louis wouldn't miss me anyways.", I thought. I climbed out, standing on the small ledge. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm myself down. I closed my eyes, hoping I wouldn't fall just yet. Suddenly, Louis' face materialized in my mind. My eyes shot open, and I scrambled back into my room. He may have shattered me to a point where it was permanent, but he was still the love of my life. I couldn't live without him, even if it had been months since we'd been in contact. He crushed my heart, but I was still holding on. The last memory I have of him leaves me breathless, tears running down my face.

*4 months earlier*

I sat under the tree near Louis' home; The grey one with the twisted roots.

I could see Louis walking towards me, his face expressionless.

I stood up, eager to see my lovely boyfriend.

"Hey" I said, pulling him into me for a tight hug.

"Uh, hi." He murmured, distracted by something.

After I had let go, we stood for a good five minutes, not saying a word.

"Harry..." He started, stopping for a moment to think.

My heart slightly sped up. What could be going on?

"I... I can't do this anymore" He whispered.

"Do what anymore?" I asked, getting more nervous.

"This. Us. I can't be with you anymore" He rambled.

My heart practically stopped. I didn't take another breath.

"W-Why?" I stuttered.

"We just can't. We hid it for a whole year. Yeah, it was exciting and amazing in the beginning, but... Things change, mate. I'm sorry." He whispered. And with that, he turned and walked away.

My legs gave out, and I fell to the ground. Tears were pouring from my eyes, and I couldn't breathe.

"LOUIS! I LOVE YOU! COME BACK TO ME! I'M BEGGING YOU! DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I CAN'T TAKE IT! YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME! I CAN'T LOSE YOU!" I screamed.

Louis never bothered to stop walking, or even turn around, which tore me up even more. I kept screaming, the pain seeping into me.

I hadn't bothered to get up. Niall came looking for me the next day. He brought me to my house, and stayed the night to try and comfort me. I didn't get any better.

*Current time*

I haven't spoken to anyone besides Niall since that day. Liam and Zayn still text me constantly, trying to get ahold of me. I haven't replied once, I didn't wanna have to explain why I had dissappeared and where all of my scars had come from.

My phone had started ringing, breaking the silence. I look at the name, which happens to be Niall.

"Hey Ni." I say in a casual tone.

"Harry, would you be willing to come to Zayn's later? I'm going, and you should go too. Surprise the lad, y'know?" He says.

It had been ages since I'd seen Zayn, and I missed him. I needed to reconnect with the world anyways.

"Eh, okay. I'll go." I replied.

After a short chat, we hung up, and I scurried off to get ready to see my dear friends.

*One hour later*

I rang Zayn's doorbell, eager to see him. The door opened, and there stood Zayn.

"HARRY! OH MY GOD, YOU'RE OKAY!" He yelled, pulling me in for a bear hug. I giggled and made my way through the door. Niall and Liam were sitting on the couch, watching a movie I had never seen. Liam saw me, and jumped up to hug me tightly.

"Harry! It's so great to see you, stranger!" He laughed, a wide grin on his face. We made our way to the couch, refocusing on the movie. Zayn joined, pulling Liam onto his lap, their hands entwined. Apparently they had started dating a few weeks after I had dissappeared.

The front door slammed, and I lifted my head to see the visitor.

When we locked eyes, my heart immediatly started racing.

It was the boy who was my best friend,

My crush,

My first kiss,

My first real relationship,

My first love,

My one and only love,

The boy who broke my heart,

The boy that meant the world to me.

It was Louis.

Standing there, speechless.

Staring directly at me.

The familiar emotions rushing through my veins,

The pain slicing through my soul,

He was the one who caused it.

It didn't matter to me anyways,

It was him.