You and Harry had met through a mutual friend a few months back and got on great. It was not that big of a secret that you were both interested in each other; however, you decided to keep it quiet from the public since you weren't on the same level of the "social pyramid" as him due to his fame. This was something you were okay with, however, Harry wasn't that fond of the idea.

He just loved to love freely, it was your idea, to date in private that is, and he was trying, truly he was. However, it was becoming a bit difficult for him. he wanted so badly to bring you to premieres or go out to dinner but it just seemed so inaccessible at this point in the relationship. He wanted more than anything to be your person but was so afraid that you weren't ready for that step, nor what would accompany it. He made a choice, and it was so difficult for him.

He called you over to his place in the middle of the night, brought you inside, and talked to you like you were perfect before sitting down and talking to you.

"I can't keep doing this." He admits to her, reaching out his hands, holding both of them so gently. "I enjoy our time together, I do, but right now, I think I'd be better on my own..." It's so clear that he's lying, he could be in a coma and it would still be obvious. Along with that, he couldn't be more wrong. To him, he was no good alone.