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#52 - Playing The Intermediary (Harry Styles)

#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend.

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“So, it is just this. I don’t know how to do it,” She shook her head.

“But, you are sure that he loves you?” I asked.

“That’s the only thing I’m sure about. You know, how it is, it’s just after the death, it’s like he clings to me. And we have been together for three years, I just don’t want to make it a four. God, just make me break up!” She moaned.

“I feel you’re the first person who wishes to get rid of someone who loves you. Here, nobody loves me and I would love a boyfriend!” I laughed.

“I wish he cheats on me. Like I don’t see us together. I don’t see any part in the future where our ideologies match, or our interests. It’s like I grew up and he never did!” She went on explaining, “I think, he is just used to me, and then he calls it love. Because I don’t spend more than five minutes talking to him. I hardly respond to his texts and he still doesn’t get the clue. I told him I don’t want to get married until I am 28 while he does, and he still doesn’t get it!"

"Why don’t you just break up? Like just lay it out. All clear."

"You think I haven’t tried? I have done it repeatedly. REPEATEDLY. He doesn’t understand, then starts crying and then, it’s just - you have to help me. Tell him, that I am depressed with him. I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t marry him. I never will. Our minds don’t match, our nothing matches and I don’t want him. He will be happier with anyone else other than me. Tell him!” She groaned.

“Alright, I am sending this recording to him."

"Wait, what? You recorded it?” She played it again, “Yeah, as proof. Poor guy should hurt now than when you make it four years, you know. So, promise he won’t come running after me if I send him this and ask him to lay off?” I asked.

“I have a feeling, that he won’t believe it. Like he will just be like, you’re joking."

"Not after, I have spoken to him…” I dialled his number. “Hello? Is this Harry?"

"Yeah, it’s Harry. Who is this?"

"Not important. What’s important is that I’m Sara’s friend.”

“What? Is everything alright? Is everything fine? Is she hurt.” My heart broke for him. But, this was good for him. They were both breaking each other.

“Well, not really. Look, Sara is depressed. And, I have been seeing her for months now. She is not happy. At all. She wants to get rid of you. She doesn’t want you in her life anymore. She doesn’t care for you. Doesn’t see any future with you, and I feel you should stop embarrassing yourself and live your life and let her live hers."

"What? Who the fuck are you? Give her the phone."

"No, Harry. I know you are better than this. I know you have been together for a long time, but you have to see she is miserable and if you do truly claim to love her, then you will leave her, cause she doesn’t want you or have any respect left for you. I mean, she made me call you. Made me do it because you don’t even acknowledge her words when she tells you the same. This is toxic. I have sent a voice message. That’s her begging me to tell you. Give it up, Harry. Let her go. You are not worth each other."

There was pin drop silence on the other side for the next 10 seconds. Long enough, I cut the call.

“What did he say?” Sara looked at me hopefully.

“He played the recording according to my notification.” My heart was breaking for him. No one should be hurt like that. But, he did call for it.

“God, I hope it works,” She groaned and checked her phone. He has sent a ‘why would you do this to me?’. Cause I want to get rid off you, you fucker! I have texted - we are over, to him. Hope it’s final this time!”

“You really don’t love him, do you?” I asked.

“Never did. I don’t even know why I was with him. Promise me, don’t ever be in a relationship where you can’t say why are you together. It’s the worst thing.”

—

“It happened!” Sara called cheering the next day. “We are over! You did it! We did it!” She yelled. I was back home since I was just visiting her place.

“Oh wow, that’s great for you! You are the first I have seen this happy as well!”

“I am rejoicing my freedom!”

“Yeah, umm is he alright? He won’t go and hurt himself or anything right? I don’t want to go to prison,” I tried to laugh.

“No, he is heartbroken. But, he will be fine. I am not the bad person here. You know that right?” She asked, looking for my approval.

“There is no right or wrong here, Sara. I just hope you don’t regret it.” I smiled.

“I don’t think, I will. I have wanted it for so long. More than a year, and it feels right. Anyway, got to go, I have a class! Bye baby!”

I didn’t get relationships. People were just confusing, and this case just confused me so much more. How does love become a noose around your neck, and why do we let it get it to that stage.

—

It had been a month since that day. Sara was happy, and getting better. She looked much more relaxed than before, and I knew it was because she didn’t have him in her life. She had less stress and she was finally getting into herself. I wondered at times about Harry. How was he dealing with it? Dealing with wholly believing that his love loved him, only to be absolutely shattered in the end by it.

I thought about him a lot. More than a lot, at times. It felt wrong, but as much as I understood Sara, the more I tried to understand Harry. Why did he lead himself to that stage? And why did he do that to himself and her?

“Hi, can I have a Latte, size medium, please?” I needed a coffee.

“Sugar?”

“No, thank you. I am trying to get rid of it!” I laughed.

I sat down on the side table with my coffee, ready to work, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and, I was right. Only I didn’t expect to stare back. He was beautiful. His eyes were so big, and his face looked as if it was carved to perfection. He was frowning though, “Can I help you?” I asked.

“It’s you.” He whispered.

“Umm, me?” He got up from his table, and came and sat in front of me. I looked around, finding this weird.

“You’re the one who broke up with me.”

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

“I mean, broke up with me for my girlfriend, ex..girlfriend,” he stared, his face not giving any other emotion. His voice sounded so much better in person. Shut up, Y/N.

“You must have me mistaken?”

“No, I can’t. I have tried. I can’t forget that voice. I can’t forget your voice. I don’t remember anything hurting me more. And, I think I have seen you in one of Sara’s pictures, I have a good memory.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck. I’m Harry,” He put his hand forward, and I just looked at it.

“How are you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He pulled his hand back and got comfortable in his seat.

“How do you think I am?” His voice was so straight, deep and sharp.

“I don’t know.”

“You broke my heart, shattered it.”

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend shattered it.”

“And, you approved?” He asked, his eyes were watery.

“I didn’t have the say. It wasn’t about me.”

“Then, why the fuck were you in it?” He raised his voice, and moved forward as I pushed back.

“I was asked a favour, and I did it.”

“Were those your words or hers?”

“Shouldn’t you be over her?”

“After you humiliated me?” He pointed.

“I didn’t do anything. You were both doing it to yourself,” I should shut up. At least bite my tongue.

“I thought I was having a new start, until I heard your voice,” He looked to the window. There was something wrong with him.

“I would still recommend it,” he looked at me. “This is a great place to have one. It should be easy.”

“Are you in a relationship?” He asked, and I shook my head. “Ever been?” I shook my head again. “Then, you don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop advising.” He sneered.

“Right, why are you at this table? I did nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you. I was the intermediary, a mere messenger…”

“Do you like playing the intermediary in places?” He asked. Why was he so beautiful? Why hadn’t I asked to see his picture before? Sara had put me off him, that I was sure there would have been something rotten about him. He just looked broken to me..

“I like helping.”

He looked at me, then shook his head. “Well, then Y/N - help me.” He said smirking.

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