Chapter 69 *Last Chapter*

Harry’s POV:

 

            It had been a week since the Unicef Snowflake Ball.

 

            A week since I danced with Carly.

 

            A week since she told me she didn’t love me anymore.

 

            When those words came out of her mouth, I felt as if my world was crashing down on me. How can you just fall out of love? Carly was special – she isn’t like any other girl that I have ever met. She understands me, she gets me like no one else does. I don’t want to believe that she doesn’t love me anymore; I’m not going to believe it.  

 

            Once the boys found out about what Carly had said, they all comforted me and told me that it would be okay. But I know it’s not, nothing is going to be okay. She didn’t say it, but I know Carly hates me. She practically said she didn’t want to be around me anymore! All I want is Carly, that’s all.

 

            Sure, I have Kate, but she’s nothing compared to Carly. Carly is everything I want a girl to be, and it just all comes naturally to her. She isn’t fake like other girls I know. But it’s like nothing matters to her anymore, that she doesn’t care about getting our relationship back on track. Like she just wants to forget everything about us.

 

            But didn’t you want to forget as well?

 

            That nagging voice inside of my head was right, sadly. I had also wanted to forget about Carly and our relationship. But it was only because I was upset, confused, and angry. I didn’t know what to think. I was hurt and upset because Carly had broken up with me. A year’s worth of relationship; gone.

 

            I sat in the living room of our hotel suite in LA. We were leaving for London tonight, almost everything packed. As I sat on the couch, the rest of the lads walked in, and I saw Niall holding something in his hand. “What is that?” I ask him.

 

            The lads exchange looks, some of them biting their lips. “It’s, er, Carly’s new album,” Zayn says.

 

            “We were gonna listen to it,” Niall bites his bottom lip. “But we’ll go in another room if you don’t want to,” he adds on quickly.

 

            I shake my head, motioning them to go on. “No, no it’s fine. I wanna listen too.”

 

            “If you’re sure,” Louis says warily. Niall takes out his MAC laptop and puts in the CD, and I take the CD and look at the track listing.

 

            The first song that came on was A Year Without Rain, which was also the title of the album. She looked beautiful in the pictures, her flawless face smiling up at me. I recognized the chorus of the song as her voice sang it through the speakers, remembering that this is the song Carly had written for me. My jaw clenched as tears gathered in my eyes, but I blinked them back. Once the song ended, I saw something on the list of songs.

 

            “Niall, play the fifth track,” I say, looking at the title as it read Sick Of You. Niall obliges and plays the song, and immediately Carly starts singing.

 

“You know fairy tales don't come true

 

Not when it comes to you

 

Open up for the first time

 

And you can bet that it's the last time

 

And I'm cool with laying low

 

It's Saturday night and I'm staying home

 

I'm feeling good for the first time

 

It's been awhile since the last time

 

I'll wave goodbye when you say hello

 

I'm sick of the sleepless, never ending nights

 

I just don't care who is wrong or right

 

I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis

 

You tear me up, I'll cut you down to size

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

Sick of all of your little lies

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

Sick of all the girls by your side

 

What you don't know is how

 

Great it feels to let you go

 

About your game, it's so see through

 

You know I'm way too good for you

 

I'm moving on to the next time

 

Dropped the baggage and I'll be fine

 

With time to reminisce

 

You're gonna realize you miss this

 

You're on my mind for the last time

 

And at the most you were a pass time

 

I'll wave goodbye when you say hello

 

I'm sick of the sleepless, never ending nights

 

I just don't care who is wrong or right

 

I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis

 

You tear me up, I'll cut you down to size

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

Sick of all of your little lies

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

Sick of feeling not by your side

 

What you don't know is how

 

Great it feels to let you go

 

I'm happier alone

 

Take down your pictures and I'll throw

 

Those memories out the door, I'm

 

Sick of you, so sick of you

 

Sick of all of your little lies

 

Sick of the sleepless, never ending nights

 

I just don't care who is wrong or right

 

I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis

 

You tear me up, I'll cut you down to size

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

Sick of all of your little lies

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

So I'm getting on with my life

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

So sick of you, whoa whoa

 

So, so sick of you, so sick of you

 

So sick of you, oh whoa

 

What you don't know is how

 

Great it feels to let you go.”

 

            The lads stared at me in sympathy as the song finished. Her words came out to me loud and clear. She’s sick of me, she doesn’t want to be with me anymore. To her, we’re over. I feel my heart breaking as the song finally finished, the tears once again building up in my eyes. “Harry...” Louis’s voice says.

 

            I shake my head, angrily rubbing my eyes to get the tears to go away. “I’m fine,” I say. “I guess we really are done.”

 

            “It’s going to be fine, mate,” Liam says, rubbing my shoulder.

 

            I don’t say anything. Instead, I stand up and head over to my room. Closing the door behind me, I sit on the edge of my bed, my elbows resting on my knees as my head stays in my hands. Only one thing is running through my mind; Carly.

 

            I feel a cool metal against my chest as I shift slightly, bringing my eyes down to the necklace Carly had given me. I twisted it around to read the quote on it properly, sniffling as I did so. ‘If kisses were water I would give you the sea, if hugs were the leaves I would give you a tree, but if love was time, I would give you eternity.’ A quiet sob escapes my lips as I read it, shutting my eyes tightly and letting the necklace drop against my chest once again.

 

            Rubbing my eyes once again, I let out a breath has I looked around the hotel room. My eyes then land on a piece of paper on my bed side table. I frown, standing up as I walk over to it. I pick it up, my heart immediately shattering into millions of pieces when I see what it was. It was Carly and I’s bucket list.

 

            We didn’t even get to finish it.

 

            I let out a shaky breath, pursing my lips together as I take the paper and fold it in half. I then put it in my jeans pocket, shutting my eyes tightly.

 

            Carly moved on; you should too.

 

            The voice was right. She clearly doesn’t want me anymore, so why should I chase after her? Why chase after someone who doesn’t wanna be caught? I need to forget about her. She doesn’t love me anymore, she told me so herself. Besides, I have Kate, who I actually like. I don’t care if the boys don’t like her – it’s my life. I can date whoever the hell I want, and no one can do anything about it.

 

            Yeah, Carly and I dated for a year. But I guess it didn’t work out. Not all relationships do. If two people are meant to be together, they would fight for their relationship because all they want is each other. But Carly and I failed at that. The two of us didn’t fight hard enough for each other’s love. We let one problem get in the way and let it destroy our entire relationship. Sure, it may be a big mistake right now. But the two of us will eventually learn from our mistakes.

 

            Carly wants to forget me, there’s no doubt about that. And if she’s willing to do that, then fine. She can forget me all she wants, but her and I both know that deep down, we’ll always love each other. Even if neither of us want to admit it. The two of us will just move on and see other people, probably forgetting all of the things the two of us did together. All she is to me is now some girl that I dated.

 

            She’s my ex. We’re not friends, we’re not enemies. We’re just strangers with some memories.