Y/N: (your name) (warning: mention of death, suicide)

Harry enters the house and drops his things right on the nearest counter than he could reach, he came home from recording and it has been a long day, management won't let them have rest until they've finished recording and writing all the songs for their third album. He places a kettle on the stove to make some tea and he takes out some of the leftover pizza from the fridge and heats it in the microwave. He rubs his eyes vigorously as he looks up to his messy flat, clothes on the floor.

Discoloured curtains, it was like- the colour from it had drained, the once happy flat that was filled with incredibly great photos of you two had turned into black and white- so did his life, ever since that day you walked out of his door, his life began to crumble into bits. He was nothing without you, he never was and never will be, the whistle from the kettle blew loud as he made his way to turn it off. Pouring tea to his cup as he sat down on the sofa, he turned on the radio and it began playing some songs.

Songs that always reminded him of you- yeah, it was painful, he had to admit that. He drowned his sorrows as his head fell backwards, tears threatened to fall- if he could only turn back time, to the time you were happier with him, to the time he shouldn't have let you go. That time that he promised to always keep you safe, in his arms. He kept looking around the kitchen island just to find your coffee cup, with the lipstick stain that continued to fade with time. And your old Zepplin shirt that he found on the coat stand.

Before he could even think about another thing you left in his flat, this song came on the radio that literally broke his heart into pieces.

Here I am waking up

Still can't sleep on your side

There's your coffee cup

The lipstick stain fades with time

He stood up, and went forward to grab the only remaining thing he has left of you, with tears that streamed down his cheeks and his trembling hands.

If I can dream long enough

You'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

He sat back down, just blankly staring at the white Zepplin shirt you had left, that you were too busy to think of to grab when you guys fought. Indeed, a massive fight did happen between the two of you that meaning you left him, packed your bags and somehow moved on pretty quickly.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

But Harry thought he might get over you as well, but unfortunately that didn't happen. He spent weeks- heck even months trying to get over you, yet it was merely impossible for him to forget the girl he did wrong.

Harry wasn't even blaming you for leaving, but instead he blames himself for it, not giving you the time and attention you needed, the love and affection. Months passed and he did forgive himself for the fight, but the one thing that he couldn't forgive himself for- was your death.

He would blame himself over and over again, wishing that he could just wake up with amnesia and forget all the stupid little things that happened. That maybe he could turn back time to when you were happy with him, before entering a toxic relationship with another guy that caused to you to kill yourself.

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

He still doesn't want to accept the fact that, you're dead. Gone, forever, but he couldn't do anything. He wanted to move mountains but it won't change the fact that you are not coming back. He still eventually does accept it, yet the burden was too much.

"That my feet don't dance" he sniffed, hugging your shirt in his arms pretending that it was you. "Like they did with you"

A/N: aye!! I'm back!!