Zayn's POV

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Words that were spoken but to no avail. They were uttered out and wasted into thin air. But the difference was that they did actually matter to me, not to him. Harry Styles. My so called soulmate, my one and only, my lover.

I don't really know why, he just started drifting away. Everyday I felt like I was one step away from completely losing him. It tore me apart because I felt helpless and hurt. Helpless because I didn't know what to do and hurt because of the whole current situation.

We were known as the high school sweethearts, the couple that will last forever. I marked all the places where I wanted to go with him. He started to become obsessed with the idea of having a lot of money and having a better status in society. Which started his now two year journey of big business. He was now a successful millionaire with his average boyfriend. I knew I wasn't fit enough to meet Harry's new expectations, but I never expected that to come between us.

"Don't wear that Zayn, it's too baggy."

"Eat properly Zayn."

"You need to shave Zayn, you can't meet the important people looking like that."

He used to love it when I wore his boxers and lose fitting shirts. He used to like the way we would cuddle on the couch and eat pizza until we were both a tomatoey mess. He used to love running his long and slender fingers across my stubble, claiming it made me look sexy.

Although I didn't want to do this, I still changed for him. He never noticed that though, he only wanted more. Everyday he seemed to find a new flaw in my looks or behavior. It was like he was trying to design me in a way that would make me fit with the rich and sophisticated people.

Our prior love story was one that made many couples envious. People would coo at our adorableness and gag when we performed any form of PDA. I wanted these simple days back. The days that love will definitely remember. If Harry didn't want that back then it will all be a memory in my brain and a unique record in love stories.

"Is there another party this evening?"

"Yes." Came his curt answer, no baby, no love, no nothing.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm not taking you with me, I have another date. Besides, the people that I'm meeting today are very important businessmen and I don't need your unprofessional behavior ruining my upcoming deal with them." If the immense feeling of sadness and hurt kills, I'd probably be in my coffin by now.

Another date? I couldn't handle that. He was taking someone else to represent me because I wasn't good enough to him. An important deal mattered to him more than I did. Shattered, is the state of my heart right now. Sadness was filling the broken shreds. Pain seared throughout my entire body. This is it. That's the mark of the end of our now messed up relationship. I promised him I'd never leave him but I don't think my heart, that was now a collection of discarded fragments, could take anymore pain. But he broke his promise first, he left me the moment he decided that I wasn't good enough to meet his standards.

Goodbye Harry, I will always love you baby.

Harry's POV

When I came back from this evening's party, I was immediately struck with a wave of confusion at the eerie silence of the house. I walked into the kitchen to find it empty as well but with a neatly folded paper lying on top of the counter. I picked it up and sat down on one of the stools, looking at it in curiosity. Where was Zayn?

Dear Hazza,

I just wanted to thank you for all the amazing years in which you gave me the privilege of being with you. I don't know what happened Harry. You became infatuated with the idea of money and business, completely forgetting about me. You wanted me to change and I accepted that, knowing that I wasn't good enough. But I don't think that I would ever be able to watch you go out with another person because you're embarrassed to be with me. You have no idea how much this thought alone tears me apart. We were always so close and so in love. I still love you but I'm not so sure about how you feel.

I'll never forget you Harry, and I don't think I'll ever be able to move on. Don't forget me Haz, because even if you did; love will remember us, love will remember your love to me and I to you.

I love you

Zayn xx

It was like a harsh slap to the face. A harsh slap that woke Harry up from a long slumber. He didn't want his and Zayn's fairy tale to end up like that. He wanted to have the so called happy ending with none other than Zayn himself.

And maybe, just maybe, their story ended with a smile on both lovers' faces. Love may have remembered them as a happy couple, not a broken one.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~

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