february 2018

"bye," harry said, wrapping his arms around sam's body. "i'm gonna miss you man"

"i'll be home soon" sam replied, hugging his twin back.

"over two months is too long"

"i know. but it'll fly by" sam and harry let go of each other. nikki, dom, tom, paddy and harrison followed harry and hugged sam tightly, harrison less so. finally (y/n) stood in front of sam.

"we'll leave you two alone" nikki spoke, practically dragging the boys away from the couple. (y/n)'s eyes were slowly turning red, her vision began to blur slightly. her body was straight, her figure resembling a statue. sam realised this and instantly began to hug her.

but she pushed him away.

"what?" sam questioned, staying where he was.

"i can't- i think we should, you know, take a break" she breathed out, her head lowering and her eyes jumping from her shoes to sam's.

"what? why?" she looked back up.

"i just don't feel like we're a couple anymore. we're acting like friends who occasionally check up on each other, we've been in a bad mood with each other since i arrived and i just- i don't feel like you're my boyfriend. i'm sorry sam, i don't wanna get hurt"

"you don't wanna get hurt? what about me? i love you so much" he stepped forward, his hands stretched out to hers.

"i love you too," she stepped back again. "and i'm sorry. i just can't do this anymore. sam, i'm so sorry"

"it's fine. if you can't do this, you can't. i'll have to live with it. tell the others i said bye" and with that, sam left. he walked away from the entrance to the resort, leaving behind his family, friend and ex.

(y/n) watched as sam's body got smaller and smaller the further away he went. her eyes closed, her head bowing down again and a single tear escaping, dampening her cheek.

"(y/n)?" she heard harry's voice behind her. she turned to her best friend and instantly fell into his arms.

"i did it, harry. i broke his heart" she choked out, digging her head further into harry's neck.

"we've got to go," he said softly. "we've got to go"

hours later, the hollands, (y/n) and harrison were back home. tom and harrison had resided back at their apartment while the others began to unpack their suitcases.

(y/n) sat on what once was her's and sam's bed. her still packed suitcase sat closed next to her. her eyes were glazed over, the horrible british weather pounding at the window. a knock came from outside the room.

"hey," harry opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him. "how you doing?"

"awful"

"i'm sorry," he moved towards the bed. "i won't sit down"

"god, it doesn't matter if you kiss me or not anymore"

"he's my brother. i'm not gonna kiss his ex"

"but you would have happily kissed me a few days ago"

"i'm sorry about that. i've said that before" harry's head fell to watch his hands near his lap.

"it doesn't matter anymore, does it?"