Harry's POV

Ever since you left me Zayn, I've been far from okay. It's like you tipped my axis way more than it should be, and now, I'm at the edge of falling. It's a horrible feeling.

I'm dying everyday a hundred times while I reminisce what's haunting me the most, us, our memories.

It's been six month since you left me and I don't remember a day where I've become slightly better, in fact, I'm getting worse.

Everyday I spend every minute of my waking hours staring at the door waiting for you to come right in, so why won't you?

Hasn't anyone told you about how I've become, just let me see you for at least one last time, I didn't get to give you a proper goodbye.

I haven't been eating, I'm suffering from insomnia now and you know how much I used to sleep, I barely shower, my hair is now grown out that I can tie it in a tiny bun, but I couldn't care less. You aren't here for me to make an effort anymore. I used to try and be the closest thing to perfection as I can get only so I'd look half as good as you, but you're gone now, so why would I even try?

I don't remember the last time I went out grocery shopping, but again, I don't really care anymore.

Don't you miss me, Zayn? Me, your Haz like you used to call me. I'd kill to hear that word out of your mouth again.

Today isn't any different from my usual routine. I am sitting on the couch, wearing one of your over sized hoodies and sweat pants as I watch the door intently, waiting for you to come home.

Am I being too desperate? You're probably not even thinking about me and you probably even moved on and you're now dating some pretty girl with long legs and nice eyes, just like you deserve, someone nice and pretty, unlike me.

I just wish we'd come back together again, but this time, you wouldn't leave me. I miss everything about you, Zayn, I'm not properly functioning without you.

Your eyes shine whenever you draw, when you're happy, when... when you were with me. I used to think that I was the luckiest boy alive to have you looking at me like that, I still do, but the second part of a soon-to-be-stored memory wasn't there anymore.

I... I love you Zayn. Please come back to me again and I'll be good, I promise. but please, just come back to me, or at least let me see you even if it were for a second.

I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath. This was the last thing I sent to Zayn through his voicemail- one week ago- in hope of a certain response, but then unsurprisingly, I got nothing.

Days blended into one and time passed erratically, and yet, no sign of Zayn making a much needed appearance in my life.

Can't I just close my eyes and open them to find Zayn by my side and he would never leave me again after that? Guess not.

I called Zayn again, waited to reach his voicemail and left another plead in hope of a miracle.

Please, Zayn. Please. Come back to me. I... I need you s-so much right now, and I just can't... I can't take it anymore without you. Please.

I hated the fact that my voice cracked every other second showing my hidden emotions, I guess they weren't so hidden anymore. I didn't want him to know how much I was suffering without him, but I guess that much was obvious in my desperate attempts of getting him back.

I closed my eyes and nestled into my pillow. I longed to sniff Zayn's long lost scent that used to smother my bed. A tear trailed down my flushed cheeks as I let my melancholy feelings lull me to sleep.

I awoke to a hand gently smoothing my curls as it ran over my hair. I immediately sat up in alarm only to come face to face with Zayn. Wait, what?

"Z-Zayn?" I questioned incredulously.

"Hi baby." Oh my god that voice, that lovely voice. Oh how I missed his voice.

"I... you left... you left me... I... you... what?" I asked confused.

"I know baby, I know I'm here now, I'm not leaving. Not now, not ever."

"You left me." I whispered brokenly as my bottom lip trembled.

"I'm sorry."

"You... You left me all alone." I whimpered pathetically.

"I know, Harry. I love you, baby."

Then the tears were unstoppable because god I haven't heard that word since forever from him.

Zayn quickly pulled me into his embrace as he placed kiss after kiss on my forehead in attempt to calm me down. It was working. That, and the fact that I was finally in Zayn's arms helped pacify my aching heart.

"You're not leaving?"

"I'm not Haz, I promise."

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too. "

Sometimes reality is a figment of our wistful imagination.

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

Hi everyone, hope y'all are doing okay. If you aren't, then you're more than welcome to come and talk to me.

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